Scene from Dream

Lifting little glasses of wine in unison

We sing blessings in Hebrew and Arabic

I sit with survivor of the Shoah, a poet with covered head,

We eat with our fingers

Steaming pita, creamy hummus, rich falafel

And drink sweet red wine

We walk through my city,

But not my city,

To an unknown  river

The poet dives in,

Swimming like a porpoise

I wade slowly into icy water

Surrounded by young Yeshivah students in black suits,

Their swimming, a frigid prayer