The Rabbi blew the ram's horn
on the front lawn of the orthodox neighbors,
who invited everyone, but probably
weren't expecting the tattooed vagabond.
I walked over without phone
just to feel something different,
and I believe it worked.
Praying with social distancing strangers,
and just wishing the best for everyone in my life,
or just on the outside of it,
and peace for me despite sweating.
After the 30 blows,
I walked back with good Hashem tears,
the same fears but new selfish hope.