Which Way?

WHICH WAY?

Moses, that holy everyman, 

compelled like us to pick a path in 

the midst of a world where Egypt and Israel 

are intertwined as a pomegranate and a bell, 

a bell and a pomegranate, 

made bold request of the cloud that 

he might know His ways, 

a beat-around-the-bush approach to say 

he'd like to best divine a route

that's guaranteed to lead him out

of his sojourning on a well-trod track.

The cloud acquiesced to answer back

with something like—to summarize—no; 

but go, then testify how I'm there too,

a soft but firm correction—re-connection—

of the false distinction between

His presence and the way, and—all

said, one dead—maybe even of Egypt and Israel.