Each shmear
of food tells
the Seder story.
In this tender time,
tears crest the rims
of white finger bowls
set out at even intervals
between seltzer bottles.
Rising tributaries
and rogue creeks
converge to a lake
on the Passover plate
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?
