April 2013

A Cool Easter

Yesterday people shivered
and walked the stations
of the cross in Basilica park.
Small groups moved from

scene to scene that changed
like leaves from season
to season. What comfort
to pray at a saint’s feet

or look upon a cross
with a wounded man
you know will rise up
in eternal spring of green.

Wal Mart sells chocolate eggs,
yellow marshmallow chicks.
We buy a bowl of soup at the Deli
on Holy Saturday, admire the babies
and toddlers with dark hair
and bright eyes. Ours is a field
of uncertainty, the silence

between the stations. Former
tinters of eggs, masters of stealth
and change, we offer thanks
and drink in the warmth here.

—Shirley Rickett

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