Tel Aviv Tell

I am not a professional poet
I’m not a reporter of today’s news
I see what I see,
and before I finish the telling
something else happens to me.
Today for example I was standing in line
praying that my turn would lead me
to the gentle pharmacist I know
would give me the right advice
about how to find the pills I need.
Instead I got the manager,
a tired blond who insisted there was none to be found
and I know that the Arab pharmacist
would lead me around the rules
to a solution.
I don’t know what to make
of that moment
but I know it means a lot
and I had to tell you
before I fell asleep.