April 5: Easter Morning

by allisonkujiraoka

It’s about not meeting what you dread,

no matter how prepared to square it.

Things are in glorious disarray instead.

About needing an earthquake, a black noon,

and lightning in an empty tomb

to get it through your head.

About hearts burning as truth is re-told,

and a name is spoken just so.

Recognition after others have fled.

Flesh, with wounds that stubbornly cling

A voice, a visage, a visitation, a vanishing

The stealth surprise of a breakfast spread.