At The Ohel - Written May, 2021

I stood in front of

the wall of lit tea lights.

Feeling the combined heat

of their tiny flames.

Breathing in their smoke.

Taking in the scene

behind the door,

before the grave.

A young fellow was

re-shelving Tehillim

next to the candles.

Exuding the vibe

of a shop keeper:

"What are you looking for?"

"Nothing, " I said

meaning, everything.