- In the Irish Pub
In the Irish pub on Rembrandt PleinI shelter from the wind,drink hot coffeeand stop trying to decidewhich concert I want to hear.Manchester Unitedversus Fulhamon the flat screen—there's a roar after a goalI watch the replay riveted.(I do wonderwhat on earthI am doing!)
Somewhere I sensemy father's presence. [End Page 41] His enjoyment, his grinshowing his teeth, not his own,an unlikely football fan,just as I am.I watch the next goal.I need to leave—follow the Herengracht canaland walk around Amsterdam,except he is here with mefor this game.It's the oddnessthat presenceof the long absent.I can absorb his happinessseeing me—even thoughnext week is his Yahrzeit—16 years since his deathI still know I am loved. [End Page 42]
Diane Greenberg grew up in Wales and received a degree in literature from Manchester; she has lived in Jerusalem since 1975 with her family; is a founding member of Yedidya, a religious community that attempts feminism; and participated in dialogues with Palestinians—the subject of one of her novels. Her poems have appeared in various journals and recently she gave a public reading from her chapbook, Leaving. Diane teaches creative writing.