And all at once,
we feel a sudden shift in the light,
the sun moves behind the mountains
and the ocean beyond.
My mom raises her arm,
and everyone finds a seat,
little kids on the floor like it’s a picnic,
Me, Malia, and Jordan
at a small card table.
Mom lights the candles,
looks around,
her face bright
in the warm glow.
She covers her eyes
and recites the blessings;
everyone joins in
the best they can.
The old and the new mix together,
making something
completely new,
making something
together.