We build a big sukkah at the Temple, with 2x4's, bolts, much shouting
of "Wait a minute.  OK, I got it.", cornstocks, decorations by the
kids, waving of lulavim and etrogim and cider.

On our suburban lots, we build smaller ones, out plywood and bamboo,
cornstocks and asters, shelter from our comfort, to welcome the
Guests, hoping to catch another glimpse of ourselves.



Sukkot Shalaym

We've built them in the wilderness, as nomads do,
From whatever was at hand, shelter from sun and wind and dust.

We've built them in our fields, shelter after long days of harvest,
Glimpsing stars through the rough thatch, remembering our wanderings.

We've built them in ghettos, shelter from fear and darkness, 
Remembering when we were free and in our own home.

We build them still on our suburban lots, 
Of plywood and bamboo, cornstocks and asters,
Shelter from our comfort, to welcome the Guests, 
Hoping to catch another glimpse of ourselves.