By Tori Cheifetz
Dusk approached cautiously as I steered myself
Carefully, down the steep, age-worn steps. As I walked,
I let my hand run lazily along the stones.
Their softness, testament
To the thousands who had made this journey before, many of them running
Their fingers along the very same stones. The cobblestone path
I had only dreamt of, was now illuminated
Before me. Thousands of little white lights flickering violently
In the warm summer breeze, beckoning me to join
Their eternal illumination.
A candle was placed in my hand, and I instinctively
Covered it from the wind, determined
That it should not burn out.
Wax began to drip, slowly, furtively,
I maintained my grasp.
It stood in front of me, commanding respect and endless devotion.
Its immensity humbled. Caused a wave of tranquility to transcend
Throughout my entire body.
I continued on my quest forward,
And couldn’t help but notice the one, two, three,
Stars in the sky.
The sign of my deliverance.
Trees swayed in applause. I reached out to touch,
Met the same smooth stone, I now knew.
My whole being was seduced.
By it’s simplicity. I embraced it genuinely,
I lay my forehead on the cool, comfortable
Stone, and felt a surge of identity.
My hopes, and dreams,
Delicately I placed them in a tiny crevice.
The air was heavy with possibility, I could feel myself becoming
Intoxicated by my surroundings.
As we parted, I felt a sense of loss,
At the same time, a greater sense of myself.
I walked backwards slowly, purposefully,
Keeping my eyes locked on the stones.
I sat on the ground, weak from the experience, and contemplated.
Where I would go from here. Dawn began to break,
Reluctantly the one, two, three
Stars disappeared from the sky.