I am awakeningto the need to come homethe stringent pullthat yells straight to my face fridays and saturdaysi do hakafotlike nanachsi sing and dancefilled with joy and tearsdrunk with feeling and tremblingi open the scrolls on sundaysi set my feetupon the stomp groundhearing my heart beatto the rhythmthat has always been mineguiding my feet and … Weiterlesen Hakafot →