The Holiday is Over

Yes, yes, I know the metaphors,
I’ve heard, I’ve read the rabbinic
Homiletics. 

Humble, humble thou shall 
Pursue, humble in spirit, humble
In mouth.  Have another

Bite of matzot, eschew the
Prideful leavening, cleave
To the simple.

But when the holiday is passed
And I eat that first bit of bread,
Soft against my palate,

Tasty, enchanting, a hint
Of leisure and luxury, border-
Line tipsy,

I’ll lean not too heavily
On the staff,
But I’ll savor the
First mouthful.
Slowly, slowly.
Spring is here,
Pesach is passed.