Each shmearÂ
of food tellsÂ
the Seder story.
In this tender time,
tears crest the rimsÂ
of white finger bowls
set out at even intervalsÂ
between seltzer bottles.
Rising tributaries
and rogue creeks
converge to a lakeÂ
on the Passover plate    Â
where chunks of charoset float by
hopping matzah rafts.
Bitter lettuce and horseradish brine.
Sprigs of rescued parsley rest
between sheets of paper towel.
An SOS made of yokes
washes out to sea.
Unaware, kids flip couch cushions
rummaging for missing matzah
to redeems us
so we can go on.
We can go on?
