Kavannah for Karpas at the Passover Seder

a bunch of yellow potatoes are pictured. In the right side of the picture is one partially peeled and in front of it rests a black peeler.
Cleaning out the pantry, 
I pause to ponder a forgotten potato. 
Soft and wrinkled, 
purple starbursts popped open,
rays reaching out in all directions,
programmed to gather in 
the nutrients 
wherever you find yourself. 
You have learned to become your own sort of root. 
Broken open, replanted, 
you know how to grow again from the darkness. 
 
As we find our way out of Mitzrayim
This year, 
I am holding you close,
quintessential Pesakh food 
of my Ashkenazi ancestors, 
dipped in salt water, 
transformed into kugel, 
crisped into confetti 
Stix packed into foil bags 
slipped into movie theatres, 
shiny on fingers and chins.
 
This year,
doors open,
chairs empty,
stomachs rumbling,
we will bless 
The One who made the earth
The One who made us from the earth
and breathed us into being.
 
We will sing
Mir Zaynen Do
We are here 
We are still here.
 

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