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Nirtza 2020
April 22, 2020
We are done.
We have put everything
in order.
I have said
the words
that you have said
before me.
I have placed
the magic objects
back in their cushioned boxes
and been confounded
as you have been before me.
One wish lingers
that next year
we struggle
more closely.
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Hallel 2020
April 22, 2020
Welcome, welcome
Blessings, blessings
Who is it who shines
like the dawn?
light, light
altar, altar
as beautiful as
the moon.
Thank you, thank you
Raise You, Raise You
Radiant as
the sun.
Goodness, goodness,
always, always
Your flags waving
in the wilderness.
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Barech 2020
April 22, 2020
Open the door
Open the door
to the empty street.
Elijah and Miriam
whispering through the vestibule.
Is it us or the wind
howling in rage?
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Tzafun 2020
April 22, 2020
What do we discover
at this station?
This whole evening
has been waiting.
And now, we send the kids off
to search,
smug in our chairs.
There is something underneath
the tablecloth.
We leave it there.
I have no image of my grandfather’s life
before the war
even though I go off looking,
for a house by a synagogue in Lublin,
a dentist’s office near a river in Prussia…
I will leave you
with so many
images of me
you will be drowning
in selfies.
And still,
where will You be?
Do not awaken us,
until it is found.
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Shulchan Orech 2020
April 22, 2020
You sit outside and post pictures
of the food you have been eating
while in quarantine.
You devour the comments,
respond with bubbling blandness
to each one.
The disconnect is deeper,
from when you threw my mother out
of the nursing home,
locked away my grandmother,
didn’t tell me my dad was in danger.
And still
I fondly recall
when we would all gather
at your table for seder
all those years ago.
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Korech 2020
April 22, 2020
I have created a new ritual
where I take your photograph
and the wisps of dreams
and eat them together with my tears
to fulfil literally the words of Torah:
“They mixed myrrh and spice
and ate a forest with its honey”
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Marror 2020
April 22, 2020
fujl
a radish
the size of a softball
red skin peeled back
shared in calmness
in the fields
below the city of “torah and chasidut
in the hills of judah”
that belched sewage.
who made us stop?
and now the Bethlehem markets
still won’t buy from the
gentle-handed farmers of the village,
the most exquisite pearl flesh
that I have ever tasted.
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Motzi Matza 2020
April 22, 2020
I must rise
and roam the city
Pass through the streets
and squares
Where is my beloved?
Cracking
at the edges,
taken from the earth.
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Rochtza 2020
April 22, 2020
You took us out
of the plague-ridden city
of my isolation.
My worn heart
and torn hands
lifted up
to shed the impurity
of thinking that this
is constant
and bless you.
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Maggid 2020
April 22, 2020
How will we be able
to play midrash
when we are hiding
and not seeking?
How will we not
nod off,
get impatient
at the boundless words
drowning in them together?
As it is written:
pillars of smoke
When God gave the Torah
the mountain became ephemeral and was turned into smoke
As it is written:
my dove in the cleft of the rock
When the rock was cleaved at revelation
you flew out ten parasangs,
until the angels gathered you back.
Do I reach through the screen
uncovering, plague, enough
of flying through the wires
racing through the waves
reaching up my throat.
Halleluyah.
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