Tradition & Innovation

In this Beginning

woman standing at balcony with arms spread and sun rising

A poem intended to accompany Modeh/Modah Ani.

In this Beginning

I awaken
like a woman who, 
after working late,
waited out a tornado warning
in her office

Though my dreams
were of holding
my children as babies,
I wake with stiff back
and stale fears
half forgotten
in the night's gusts.

I spread out my arms
and establish –
my mattress,
my worn bedspread,
the sunspot
where my cat sleeps.

Day, I'll call this.

Though this world hangs
above a wide abyss,
it is good.

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