Happy Easter! (and one more poem...)

 Published in Global Poemic:





Easter, 2020

 

Rough from so many ritualistic washings, twenty seconds each time,

                        "I will wash my hands in innocency, so will I compass thine altar, O Lord…"

my ripping, winter-soft hands grasp and claw at dead things,

intent on scratching some small space for beauty. Brittle leaves,

                        “Take off the grave clothes…”

splintered grass, wind-blown paper and snow-faded candy wrappers

give way. Shifting raised forms into position feels like faith.

I find daffodils.


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