Passover, Easter, Spring
Or I took a different path
At last night’s yoga class
at the JCC
man named Julian
said he’d been a Hasid once. Maria
described her Cameroonian husband.
Both Julian and Maria are ready
for Passover. They cleaned their houses.
follow the law, in their way.
I grew up with light blue Haggadahs,
four questions that were always the same.
So many ways to understand liberation. And Easter.
Even spring. I wrote about Hasidim once.
Shabbos after Shabbos in Brooklyn
for meals. No one ever ate alone. Ours the faith
of each other. Now the we a different we.
So many ways to be a person. To make a meal,
a Passover meal, telling small stories
of exile and liberation, one by one by one.