When the king
hears that a miraculous child is born
he murders all infants
in our neighborhood.
I escape to Egypt
with the trauma
of knowing that my existence after conception
and again after
birth
causes
catastrophe.
In Egypt, singing
songs on Passover,
inspired by the
ancient Hebrew slaves
yearning to learn
how to be free,
we’ve faith that
we too will be moved by life’s tragedies
to create
miraculous strategies.
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