Passover

Before the gates opened

the seas parted, we brought home

a crib, first cloths, blankets soft

as a mothers face.   Everywhere

I walked, nine months full

created a celebration

a commotion in the supermarket

on the street: when - 

a girl, a boy?  The plagues

passed over his body,

over our house of innocent faith

that it would work

this unlikely splitting

into two, that the passage

would be safe,

each of us would survive, 

and the miraculous -

that his brain and body 

would develop and

he might go on, as he has

to plant in this wilderness

his seeds of repair.