I am an earthen vessel
For other-worldly fire
I carry my Torah
Under my heart
I turn my face towards the hot sun
I whisper Shehecheyanu
While the imahot, the matriarchs
Lay the midwife’s bricks
As the earth presses
Up
Against my feet
I push
Downwards
Catching the Jewish nation
In the same hands
That braid challah
That build homes
That tally sums
And begin the work
Of finishing
Creation.