is it common at the end of a time
to wish for closure
airing out of dreams unleavened
there are some secrets that have me so painfully grounded when I’d like to move on
to take flight
in my new home I will find new peace
I will carefully choose colors, patterns
welcome all the love and tell the bushes, trees, birds and worms, clouds and brooks
tell them that I come bearing all my truth
and hope to hear their songs
it was sudden, this, my aging
this year we write our own haggadah
biblical, these plagues abound and we survive
we survive and so we eat (that is one way I survived)
savor life, like every single morsel, woe or joy
freedom comes when all is written down
as you identify with what you hear
you rectify your wrongs this year
you hope they hear you loud and clear
then close the book at its end
and start over again
