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Hello, flowers! How are you doing this morning? Share a drink with me? Please?

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Feeling all the feels

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We all have limited capacity

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Diikta Laya Kashyap

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I miss stopping for a קפה הפוך even though I’m running late to school
I miss trying out my Hebrew (knowing I’ll probably look like a fool)

I miss Friday mornings pushing my way through the Shuk
I miss searching for a new restaurant hidden away in some nook

I miss looking for the Kotel and instead getting lost in the Old City
I miss the Israelis rolling their eyes when I say to the cats “here kitty kitty”

I miss grocery stores, revolving doors, the hot sun, going on a run, meeting friends, running errands, ordering falafel or maybe just a waffle

Of all these things I’m not really sure what I am missing more
I would probably say normal life, but I’m not sure what that is anymore

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FELICIA NIMUE ACKERMAN

Providence, R.I.

The pandemic has prompted me to consider how Emily Dickinson might feel about social distancing.

The soul selects her own society,

Then shuts the door.

She keeps her social distance of

Six feet or more.

Unmoved, she notes the careless crowd

Outside her gate;

Unmoved, she notes the feckless folk

Still tempting fate.

I’ve known her from those foolish people

Choose none

Then turn her mind to friends she’s meeting

By phone.

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finding out we had to go into lockdown mode was more dissapointing than hearing there'll be kugel, and it ends up being noodle when you were hoping for potato