A Sign

Hot and tired,
we sat on a stone step in the Cardo.

'God, I want a sign
within the next ten minutes!'
said my friend,
loking at her watch.
'Go!'

We sat and waited.

Opposite us, a pretty young saleswoman
sat in a souvenir shop,
her hair artistically covered with a scarf.
The tourists probably found her exotic.
She looked at her phone under the counter,
made a call,
sold a picture to a young tourist,
made another call,
sold a kippa to a Russian family,
tried to make another call,
but got no answer.
So she put her chin in her hands
and stared into space,
until her husband walked in with her lunch.
I watched her happily munching a cucumber,
when my friend sighed.
'The ten minutes are over. Let's go.'

We are not very good at signs.