THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY

Already so many changes.
Our long column of refugees
snaking into the wilderness.

Through the sandal-sucking mud
where the waters had been.
Their men and horses consumed.

And then that Voice
speaking directly into us,
reverberating in our chests...!

But Moshe ascended by himself
into the sapphire sky
and he didn't come back.

Of course we asked Aharon
to make something to remind us
we weren't as alone as we felt.

This week we're reading parashat Ki Tisa, which contains the story of the Golden Calf. I thought it would be an interesting experience to try to write a poem from the point of view of the Israelites who begged Aaron to make them a god to go before them. So that's what I did.

No recording this week -- I'm on the road and wasn't able to record myself. Sorry, all!

This poem wasn't written in response to this week's Big Tent Poetry prompt, but here's a link to this week's Come One, Come All post so you can see what others wrote.