rest with

rest with

I think of thick
cloth
maybe with a scent of earth
and what is
the scent of resurrection

I don’t know
the face
for fear
for shame of looking

but I can’t help
but rest
against the folds
and a little ways
inside

I rest
and I don’t know the surface
of the ground
beneath

it could be firm
it could be clouds
if could
be fire
but for the company
I’ll keep resting
maybe fall
asleep
daring and remarkable
in the Earth-turning
and somehow homely presence
of the Lord

c l couch


for Easter Monday

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