up and down the road

The people got up

and then sat down,

the Rabbi spoke

about fear

about death

about trust

in God and

in mankind.

My son was impatient

and wanted to go home

but later mentioned those

words as something

that came close

to a religious experience

however much it was forced.

He had begged and pleaded

not to go in while

his younger brother

begged to stay and play

with his friends.

people i knew

stared ahead

we lived in parallel

universes

that met by chance.

Inside the large space

we got up and sat

and sometimes 

i chose to stay

in my seat

just to feel

what it was

once again felt

to be me

in the world

going against the stream

and i did not

need to be told

to trust in the lord

 i just needed

to take a load off

and sit and watch

the show

a lot like who

it was intended for.

One son wanted to go

another son wanted to stay

and all i did was whisper

a  word which carried magic  my way:

"computer"

and we went home

and forgot

we ever went anywhere

to pray,

well, that is how it felt like

anyway.