By Rachel Barenblat
Today I'll finish our sukkah
stacking old wildflowers
to hint at roof, twining tinsel
around the slats
all year we imagine
our houses are our houses
stable and comfortable
waterproof and familiar
but these seven days
remind us that permanence
is overrated, that our true home
is under the stars
change is always underway
nine short weeks remain
until you'll leave the home
you probably think is forever
and enter our world
airy and unpredictable
where we won't know what you need
even sometimes when you tell us
your first big leap of faith, kid:
into nothing you've ever known
into the fragile sukkah
we've decorated just for you,
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