At a Passover Seder you learn
not to gulp down the first
glasses of wine. Friends might tell
you the wine’s honeyed sweetness
represents the promise of spring
or the joy of generations
gathered around the festive table.
You know, though, the wine
will moisten your throat before
you must swallow sand-dry matzoh.
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"