This morning we watched the sunrise, together,
My husband and I,
In our new home,
In our new city,
In our new Jewish community.
The skyline
Over the buildings,
Reflections in the waters,
Was our own Angkor Wat.
And the mountains were there, too,
Along with the full arc of the sky.
An hour-long sunrise,
In this month of Kislev.
I davenned Shakharit,
How could I not?
At the top of my raspy morning voice
As he held me.
This is how,
And where,
I want to live.
Standing here,
In this HaMakom,
Feeling the stone rolling off the well,
I welcome
This new day.
