Take on a mantle of light
and observe the magic of the pear blossom,
white link between winter and spring,
the unlikely arrival of bees,
of hummingbirds with red throats,
and lone wolves in tune with the moon’s phases.
We cast lots with ourselves,
invent laughter and surprise,
kibbitz with holy clowns at the carnival
and emerge from childhood once again.
There is always hope in Adar:
Esther chooses her words and enters the king’s chamber.
Moses throws his staff before Pharoah.
You are encouraged to betrothe yourself
to a tree of your choosing
and invite it to your dance.
