Easter,2006 (Edit) Poem by Nancy Vorkink

Unusual rain clears the morning
Sweet, innocent earth can breathe
Buds everywhere: lilacs, elms, cherry
It is the day of holy resurrection
We sing Christ, Has Risen
White, pure lilies signify the rebirth.

Springtime meant another move.
In my new home, the jade paint waits.
New sage blinds sit tight.
Track lighting halogens stillness.
I can’t find nor can I reach things.
I don’t feel the rebirth.

My legs collapse, ache and buckle.
Early red sunrises begin my day.
Easter Moon rises from my lanai.
Writing looks at me from a batik pad.
I note all the changes in my life.
I see how twisted my joints are.

My friends rejoice today—
Easter ham and Passover seder
Buffets for the celebratory feast
I’m told I am a sinner, must repent.
Another tight bud opens.
Squirrels play on new branches.

Surgery soon. Rehab and heal the pain.
I guess this will change everything.