Why did we not die in the land of Egypt.
When we sat down to pans of meat.
In our own lives we know the script.
We never miss a moment to bleat.

Moses got the people out of Egypt’s prison.
He could not get Egypt out of the people’s mind.
We crave the inadequacy we had before this season.
The past is rich, poor the present, we are blind.

We wander aimlessly.
Around our own Mont Sinai.
Complaining crossly.
Open to every pleasing lie.

One day the tablets will come down.
Perhaps we should get them down.

Haiku

Will the tablets come
Perhaps we should go get them
Rather than just wait

[Note: First two lines from Exodus 16:1-5, 9-15]