(Random Thoughts)

God could have made me with a shell
like a tortoise, I’ve been carrying
my home on my back since I was born
in Green Point, Brooklyn in 1938

By Acts of God 
this old half-Jewish half-Dutch reptile 
has been a navy man (of a certain type),
a noncombatant with a purple heart,
a nurse, an ignorant father,
grandfather, great grandfather,
and soon to be great great. It seems
titles are the only thing I’m great at.
My own grandfather, a rabbi, always
told me not to end my sentences
with a preposition. Thank You Papa

I think God is too non committal
to have a body, too curious 
about the world to be tied to it.
And I’m too old to despair
over what God will squeeze 
out of me at the end

Tonight, back in Temple Terrace,
I open my eyes and go on dreaming
sailing with Dr. Tom
on the High Seas