FOLLOWING MIRIAM
We follow her cape,
through the cold night air.
We follow her wrapped figure
under the hot sun
to places unknown.
We entreat her to halt, to recognize us.
What is the way? we ask.
Her footsteps disappear
in the sand.
We find the map as we go along.

(The Women's Haggadah. 1993, 1994 by E.M. Broner)
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