This poem by Rabbi Michael Boino is appropriate for Yachatz,
the breaking of the matzah.

This poem by Rabbi Jan Uhrbach is a riff on
בְּכָל־דּוֹר וָדוֹר חַיָּב אָדָם לִרְאוֹת אֶת־עַצְמוֹ כְּאִלּוּ הוּא יָצָא מִמִּצְרַיִם
“In every generation, a person is obligated to themselves as if they went out from Egypt”

The thing is 

to see yourself as 
if

as if you weren’t sure
as if you didn’t already know
as if what seems so solid is only 
not an illusion, exactly, but 
contingent
as if
if only
if not

as if anything could happen because 
it could
as if what seems 
so intractable inevitable impossible is only 
an if 

one of many 
not an end
but an and or a but
or perhaps just
perhaps

as if you were in the narrow straits 
(as if these weren’t?)
as if you were 
but you emerged from there
or maybe not
as if you didn’t know
weren’t sure 
which was which or maybe 

you chose not to go

as if you are Moses Miriam the-child-who-whines Nachshon-jumping-in

just not Pharaoh

who knows
who “no”s
who knows no ifs
can’t bear ifs
can’t see himself, ever

can’t seem himself          
as if

Rabbi Jan Uhrbach