Different Shabbat

it's freezing and I'm
spinning so I hold myself steady I hug
my arms tight around the
whirlwind; it
encircles me and my identity
gone I cannot see the blacked-out
face on the card and who am I now
now, who am I? do you see, can you
see? I cannot and can you tell me
show me? and I ground
myself ground the ground-it's under me, strong and
real and there, like that shabbat morning
the morning that shabbat that
w e
d i d
y o g a
because it was shabbat and shabbat is
different than, separate from
all other
days; but how? How
is it different, how and
why do I no longer know?

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