Passover, Easter, Spring

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.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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