20. Apr, 2019

Spring Triduum, One.

I want to forget this April day

when Spring pierces my heart 

like a spear of fire,

as you throw away the stones in your pockets

in the name of an ineffable present.

The past, albeit gone, swells inside me

like the sweeping river of grief.

The future is uncertain dawn.

Strewn with sharp glass is the path -- 

a Via Crucis inside my heart.