COVID CONVERSATIONS (CV)

Here in this apartment I have much more time

to think about what I haven’t thought about

maybe ever maybe for years like what ever happened

to two cousins I saw once or twice.  My mother had two siblings

who were in touch but the third,  exotic name Dolly,

maybe I saw her three or four times.  Dolly lived in Minneapolis.

They weren’t estranged. Just distant.  You might want to know

the difference .Distance is not ok but isn’t as bad as estranged.

Dolly had two daughters and last night I tried to find them.  Not yet.

Yesterday my gym, a JCC, had a student rabbi call

to see how I was. Gym as synagogue now.

Haim from North Carolina.  How

can I help he asked.  Tell me about yourself I said

and Haim, young and articulate, explained he was home schooled

in a small town in North Carolina not too far from Greensboro.

He didn’t know why they chose to call him Haim.  After UNC

he went to Jerusalem and that’s where he decided on rabbi.

We talked for a while and I wondered,

if I do find my cousins, what would we say.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

6 Comments

  1. I loved this one – I seem to have a new favorite every other week. I feel like getting this email each day is another social outreach and one I look forward to. (ok not grammatical but heartfelt)

  2. I love this, I’m also remembering people I’ve forgotten to remember. Makes me think of the amazing potter from South Carolina, Dave the Slave, who became Dave Drake after he was freed. He often wrote on his jugs. One said, “I wonder where is all my relation/Friendship to all and every nation.”

    Missing you and Peter very much, sending love and hoping you well be well.

      1. I was adopted as a 4-day old infant (75 years ago) never really looked for birth parents (a different time) my son, however, has been very interested and found both of them – now some relatives have reached out – I never answered – now that I have no excuses and a lot of time I think I will – stay tuned

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