Type: Poem

“To mark the haste with which we fled, / we now eat matzah for eight days”

“What did it feel like to step over  that last sand dune one day after  walking forty years in the desert  and suddenly smell the sea?”

“How mighty is our God who hears our prayers /  and guides us through the / wilderness / of doubt and anxiety” 

“On the first day of Passover / we go for a walk on the beach…”

“Everything melted away except for the taste of warm dough and the salty reminder that we all come from the sea and  are nurtured by grains of the earth.”

“I sing and dance because at last my limbs, my blood and my voice are finally my own, and they are sweet.”

An invocation on the Yahrzeit of Heschel and birthday of King.

“When she dies, / Who will I be on the other side?”

“Global killing and destruction break your heart? / Be kind.”

“Born 1898 / Nana slept in the second, narrow bed in my room.”