Taken with my Kodak EasyShare,
using the zoom lens, standing indoors,
looking through the glass ceiling of our sun porch.
Ode to the Passover Moon
Oh moon so full
I see your shadow in my head tonight
Your color is a mauve color of yellow
And I suspect that you have seen
In your light gone by
The death of the first newborn
As well as
The blood of
Nisan moon shatters picture, window
Bright operating theater, moon’s surgical lamp
Magnetizes white hot center. Inside, below
Agitated shards of memory forced to dance.
Howl at the moon for what was lost
In the sea of rough truths
Howl at the moon for the child tossed
Stripped of lifeboat, safety, youth.
It’s Passover: Eat quickly, pray hard. Smear blood on doorframe
For freedom, for escape. Keep running. God knows your name.
Taken from the front porch ~ April 2, 2015
with my Canon PowerShot
from The Master and Margarita