On Visiting the Arboretum After a Year at Home
Splendiferous superfluity
Of shades and shapes
Staggered starved, sequestered senses,
As if stained glass shattered,
Shards sinking roots into soil,
Springing up in life
Is this how Dorothy felt,
Opening a storm-tossed
Kansas farmhouse door
Into the Technicolor world
Over the rainbow?
Or the Sunday morning mourners
Dropping the weight of embalming herbs,
Dropping the weight of their worries—
"Who will roll away the stone"—
Dropping the weight of their weeping—
"They have taken my Lord away"—
To run on lightened feet
Through lightening day
To the disciples—
"I have seen the Lord!"
Crlm, 3/28/21
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