Jewish Journal

Round, Round World

Splattered and blown up into bodies,

we walk together


inside different dandelions

being blown by one child.

in the round, round world.


Life is a room with a prayer of unity on each doorpost.

Kissing it on our way into each new place.

Into a land of Om, peace signs, crosses, who knows, a Magen David, or a dragon’s mouth.


What is branded on the souls of your feet?

How do you walk

knees bent,


in the round,

round world?