Here is another late-night instant lyric. The Christian imagery is plain, but so is something pagan running alongside it. Poetry meant so much to me when I was young, obsessed me so entirely at times, that I swore to do everything in my power to approach the place true poems come from. Now, after decades of dedicated labor, the poems are telling me (among other things) about the same place from another angle.

It is always Easter here:

10 May 2024

A Lamb Lay

A lamb ate strawberries all day long

and then lay down. This little song

entranced me as I watched it die:

A cloud out of a rainy sky

came starlike, glimmering, flashing wild

to bathe the grey-eyed twilight’s child

who in God’s sight lay down dyed red.

I AM–oh love–the sweet lamb said.