Resurrection Sunday In-Between

I howl with wolves I’ll be back somehow My heart bruised like the sky that hour before sunrise When sparrows find yoke in the universe But blossom as copper in the Apple trees Filling the cold morning with jingling keys The pond steams like coffee This early blurry April moon in the fingers of Oaks Is mine Here in my backyard in my sky A moon can be yours too I understand But that is your moon a different stone to throw Down your own well I moaned to the universe And tempted to depoliticize dehumanize dephilosophize The Son of God But that was a mistake The battle made Him more so all those things So I made Him just mine again My salvation In the quiet mind of my birdcage Door set ajar Found peace In the infinite purity of in-between.