i found all these OLD poems i sorta wrote and never finished...this one's from Israel sophomore year..

Inside the Praying Area of the Grave Site of Rebbi Shimon Bar Yochai

Some men were inside, wrapped seriously
in their text, praying
to God, source of light.
Only few were shuckling.
One moved about, pacing
as if he worried
God might not hear.

I peeked into the women’s side:
it looked like hundreds of them –
bobbing, mouthing words,
caressing them as a baby.
Some wailed as if they were original sin.
Redeem me Lord, I
am the downfall of man.