Passover During COVID-19 Today the market shelves were bare though everything we needed was there. Our story — always one of floods and plagues and being smote was told while what I piled at every place — wine, soup, fish — it was enough. I set an extra cup for the ephemeral ghost who enters through the open door. It was my daughter-in-law’s first time hearing our verses and pent-up longing brushed with song. The temporal world greened as it beckoned this strangely lit story to the foot of Sinai, with all the souls yet to be.
Elisabeth Weiss teaches writing at Salem State University, in Salem, Massachusetts. She’s published poems in London’s Poetry Review, Crazyhorse, the Birmingham Poetry Review, the Paterson Literary Review and many other journals. Lis won the Talking Writing Hybrid Poetry Prize for 2016. Her chapbook, The Caretaker’s Lament, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2016.
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