Resting on the couch
in the quiet of our livingroom
after a day
of working in the yard
I look up
and through the bamboo curtains
see the full moon
pale and perfect
rising slowly in a cloudless sky
and I know it must be Passover
the second of this Covid year
the first I can remember
spending alone
with my sweet wife
just the two of us
and wholly unprepared
no matzah no gefilte fish
no blessings, family stories, songs
no gathering of friends
not even zooming with my sister
back in Brooklyn
like a year ago
this year we're stuck
waiting to see if Moses
can again pull off the miracle
and lead us stiff-necked people
out of Egypt
through the sea