farm buildings 

the track led to outhouses
farm buildings

agricultural structures in
concrete and steel

barns
pens and silos

a corrugated shelter dripping
with rain

and silent uncomprehending
cattle

I might have left it there
but followed the track further

until I came upon earthworks
fortifications

barricades
put there to block my way

and still further I went

past the churches
and temples
and men shouting the resurrection

until I came to a tree
pale and slender
that wept from its side

and had no leaves upon it
but only thorns
that would not let me near

and I stood for a while
in contemplation

before heading back
to the farm buildings

and saw that those I had taken for cattle
were in fact people

and I joined them

and many were weeping

spring lambs

this morning everything seems

flat
my food like something
painted on a plate

I’m told today is holy
I suppose I should be patient

but like spring lambs kicking

in a field
I would Christ easter in me

and each day be nascent

[after “Let him easter in us”, Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘The Wreck of the Deutschland’, st.35]