We’re Alive Before We’re Dead
You are dead enough now, I’ve stopped taking a real count.
birds reappear on telephone wires.
I am bitter on Easter; why did Jesus get to come back?
The fire around You is cooled,
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
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.