Monday, March 25, 2013

For Pesach

our hearts smoke as we gaze
toward hills that rise
above the haze of waiting waters

tonight our doors are open
harsh ties that bind us are cut
we search among the sand

familiar songs and favorite foods
signal that we have come far
and that we are always at the beginning

released and releasing
remembered and remembering
in every state, grateful

to our heroes and the unnamed
who before us laid places
around this long, long table