Monday in April. Passover, still.
What was it like to be in the desert
where is home and how do we make it
our parents didn’t ask those questions
but we who thought we could invent our lives
worked hard to be otherwise
we who were arrogant enough
to make our own exiles to wander deserts
our parents had not imagined Morocco Sinai
even Algeria we grow older now, if we’re lucky,
we are just like those Jews, those Egyptians,
just like everyone who has walked across this earth
looking for home.