RESURRECTION

It may not be like that
It may not be a searing pain
or harsh reluctant breath
It may be just a growing
stillness
A moving gently outwards
and away?

Oh distant shores
How dare you presuppose
my coming?
I turn away to face the things
I know and love
But facing them
I presuppose my own farewells.

What do you hide
beyond your shadowy frontiers?
What do you offer to those
frail souls who disembark?
A sleep that knows no dreams
nor any wakings?

A peace that is inviolate
let aeons pass?

Oh do not talk to me
of endless silence
nor dreamless sleep
that has no end.
This earth that bore me
knows no prohibitions
It bears the Springs of yesterday
and those to come.