Min hametzar karati Yah, anani vamerchavyah.
From the narrow places I called out to God, who answers me with Divine expansiveness.
Psalm 118:5
I open every door and window
turning box and bag upside down
push furniture aside
clearing out
crumbs of suffering
tucked away in corners
hidden behind my good face
You hold the candle
as I search
sweeping with a single feather
delicate
deliberate
Finding treasures and sorrows
revisiting the narrowest places
Coming out the other side
whole
free
dancing