Passover

They called it real:
every repetitive day
of sun and sand and sleep,
light dreaming.
.
Then the well-dressed man came
and inexplicable things
began to happen.
The fine, cruel citizens were plagued:
unnatural dark, insect hoards, noises
from non-existent swamps,
and death.

From then on
there was magic.
The hearth, the ordinary,
waking without questions
were left to decay
back there in the cities.