We’re Alive Before We’re Dead

You are dead enough now, I’ve stopped taking a real count.
Seasons pass,
snow melts,
birds reappear on telephone wires.
I am bitter on Easter; why did Jesus get to come back?
The fire around You is cooled,
lava hardened
into still rock.

You are dead enough now that people ask me, “how did you make it through?”
I answer, “There’s no through.
There’s just waking up every day
and not dying.
whatever else you do will just be passing the time.

You are dead enough now that when the frogs
and the crickets start
announcing their revival
I dance
until the sweat on me shimmers.

You are dead enough now that I feel love
for the You who couldn’t
wake up with the earth
and for the me who can.