Easter Sunday


The benefit of a three-day weekend,
The reprieve of Good Friday,
Results in an expanded sense of time.

Now the pace slows down,
Now there seems to be an excess
Of unscheduled moments, nothing planned.

This is how it feels to be retired,
Or else a part of all eternity.

The two conditions both seem mythical
And grandiose, connected somehow
At their core, and far away, at least for now.

This Easter Sunday bears a slight resemblance
To such altered states of being,
While still remaining everyday in many ways.

When Monday comes, the sense of sheer
Serenity will fade away once more.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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