by Mel Glenn (Brooklyn, NY)
A sampling of haikus:
Attending service,
After so many years away.
Would I feel welcome?
Memory wall:
Little lights bright as buttons
Who will pray for me?
Eyes closed in prayer.
My voice feels very small to me.
Need a microphone?
The service rolls on.
I don’t know any Hebrew.
I am full of doubts.
Good Bar Mitzvah friends,
Scattered now into old age.
How the years have past.
Lots of presents then.
My parents so proud of me.
I think of them now.
A community.
Worshipers sing with one voice.
Am part of the whole.
I search for meaning.
I look everywhere for it.
Here is where I find it.
The author of twelve books for young adults, Mel Glenn has lived nearly all his life in Brooklyn, NY, where he taught English at A. Lincoln High School for thirty-one years. Lately, he’s been writing poetry, and you can find his most recent poems in the YA anthology, This Family Is Driving Me Crazy, edited by M. Jerry Weiss.
If you’d like to learn more about his work, visit: http://www.melglenn.com/