I stand with fronds in my hands again
awaiting the tinge of dawn—
the first on the continent
It comes with a breakfast package
if you book early enough,
like spring three years before
But who am I to deny
anyone these expansive views
or cheap egg dishes on a forested island
in a diner nobody is likely to nuke
for the foreseeable mossy summer
What a gift these old-growth
woods are, these red-lacquered
low-slung chairs sprawled
endearingly in evergreen shade
so far east and north
that watching for whales shifts
the clock an hour
& the seabirds look at you
beckoning you to leap
from the side
to swim
out further
easter & easter
further east than the rising sun
This made me sigh so deeply I heard an echo of whale song.
I keep coming back to curl up in this one
“easter and easter” — !!!!
Same for easter and easter! Best use of the word yet!
Frondship!!!