Rain pours through the schach
open to the stars.
Sukkahs are designed for the desert
where it’s dry.
Jews wander
to every climate
living in temporary structures
that tremble when the wind
blows like rocks,
that slosh when
they leak,
that harden when they
freeze.
Can there be peace when we
live in a flimsy 3-sided box?
One side open
to the elements
to our enemies.
Concrete walls don’t protect
us.
Our omnipotent tech power
was penetrated.
They crashed through
hate-slicked and vicious.
Would we be safer in a
hut?
no guards
no processions
open
trusting that we’ll be
fed
manna
and all
will be
provided.
