what was it like
i wonder as i wait…
for the people to pass
through the tunnel…
that passage in the night.
   a birth to the other side.
pushed by the labor, then
   pushed by the army…
out of the womb of Egypt
   out of the familiar past…
      through that passage in the night
to the other side of the sea.

the veil is thin
when we sit upon the birthing stool.

   what must i do
   i wonder as i wait…
      to pass through this tunnel…
      this passage in the night.
in the moonlight
in the starlight i struggle.
   so i might see
      out of the familiar
         through a passage in the night
            to the other side
of me.