furled

spiral in, spiral out.

crowded

exuberant weight of small child
falls heavy against my still solitude.
In this chaos-world some days
my only pauses
are with the toilet.
So soft,
so raw,
so finally alone.
How fragile even this peace,
that it can be disturbed
by a child.

seder

review of last year
three months
a lifetime
tastes of bittersweet hope
darker than chocolate
sweeter than maror
wrapped around my heart a cool balm of charoset
--mortar to hold us all together--
and a glass for Elijah
open the door...

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