I am gauze and ether, I am mist and veil
I am centuries of Torah, thousands of years of cracked Hebrew feet walking these sands
I am Abraham
A swirling twisting dust
A pillar of salt
I turn around and look backwards
Though it is forbidden
I see my family rising from the bitter ashes of Europe
I see my family spread like butter across the smooth green hills of Canada
I see my family sprinkled like dust in a new and old and holy land.
I turn one more time to straighten my scarf in the mirror
Then face forward – it’s off to the mall.