California Sukkah

No stars shine through the palm branches now,

But the moon peers in through a gap in the boughs.

(Peeping Tom wants to uncover a secret or two!)

His eager round face grins bright white and rude,

He's part of the family and knows he can't be refused.

The siren foghorn chants her ocean sing-song,

She warns and she beckons, "Come, run aground."

Her sad song of death and the sea sails the night

A breeze parts the curtains as she enters by right.

Within the sukkah, a certain magic persists.

It's late after midnight, and gone the last guests,

The room over-flowing with no one and no thing,

This wide-awake space waits and hopes for a king.