on this night

I did a mini-seder with friends tonight—we didn't do an actual seder, but we did have homemade matzo ball soup and matzo brei and other classic Passover delicacies (so many macaroons), and we briefly recited the ten plagues for N, our (beloved) token goy. So in the spirit of my evening, here is a poem for Passover.

On this night
            I remember Nachshon
            who was not Moses who
                        walked into the Red Sea
                        and called for God
                                                    to meet him there
On this night
            I am only a body and you
                                                    are only a body
On this night
                        nothing is hidden
                        only the afikomen
On this night
                        God was here and I
                                                                I knew it

—Bev Yockelson, "The Trans Haggadah Companion," originally published in Poetry, February 2019.