Midrash

One day it was all too much, // the princely façade cracked at the sight // Of overseers doing what they really do // when no one is looking. // The lash laid fiery welts along the back of a slave // And Moses felt the burn.

Staring up at the glowing orb and feeling the life in her womb, she drifted into dreams, only to be startled awake by the Voice…

We know how to protect a child // from hostile eyes, // and there will be more deliveries on this journey.

A person poem told from Vashti’s perspective

“Then how Aaron cradles the blossom for you…”