Easter Day, Returning

CHRISTIANITY AND LITERATURE Easter Day, Returning Day of lilies, day burial clothes lay empty. On the drive home from Lexington on road cut through mountain we talk a little easier, side to side, looking at what we're moving toward. I've become a valley of dry bones, the dust in the dust; I've become a fig tree, withered. A matter of geography, ofleaving something in one place and moving toward another. Once our future was held like a bird in the hand. Wings and a flutter against the palms Cut rock, roots exposed. Sky like the inside of a bowl, wiped clean. RENEE EMERSON 611 ...