Aaron on Har HaZeitim - August 2018

I think I saw your grandfather in the neighborhood

on the way over to your well put epitaph

You might say I spit nickels to get here

Yet it was right before me all along.

(So now I feel like a Silly Billy!)

I wish I could be here for long enough to smell your smoke

to clearly hear your chastisement of love

In the endless wind of this hot Elul day

I think of you thanking me for coming

and then I imagine you questioning the idea of davening here at the kever of your body

But I'd gladly travel six thousand miles for the chance of being bundled with your ever life bound soul again

Now, after lingering, I actually have got to go

(The way I used to stay after lunch until you would "throw me out")

I begin to conjure your countenance,

making a peace sign,

sending me off