Passage

Spring

Absolution
comes slowly
in white powder skies
awakened by
aching expectance
and a restless need
for peace.

Sweetly rising within,
just as the unseen sun
is somewhere rising without,
fountains of that expectance
juice through my heart
and
gushing from my face and head,
fall and flow
on the bricks
that pave the floor
of my court.