Issue Forty-Four - Summer 2024


By Richard Widerkehr

There are these doors
of generations. Some doors
are thin bridges, as Rabbi
Nachman says, plaintive
calls not to be afraid.
Some doors may change
the key we sing in.
Others are written, but we
can still argue with them.
Some doors are gold.
Some are wind and grass,
swept from nowhere
except where they began
in a beggar’s hand.

First published in Jewish Literary Journal and in At the Grace Cafe (Main Street Rag Publications).

Copyright 2024 Widerkehr