Easter Sunday

Late April 
Sunday morning 
silent but for
shifting winds.
Dead leaves 
hurry toward 
the roof peak,
then, dizzy,
off the edge
to thin air.

I miss you.
I don't--
miss you. 
I've put my 
sweater
on and off a 
dozen times.
My dog likes
facing into 
the breeze.
He can't
decide, can't
stay still.

Easter morning,
Sunday silent 
but for
shifting winds.
I listen
for your car
on gravel
and for 
birds who
out-quicked
the cat.
They are
restless--
they search and
search.
I get up to 
leave, but 
stand there.
My dog looks
a question.

I miss you.
I don't--

---.
___________

for Sunday Muse #52. I am hosting. You are invited!
 

Comments

C. Sandlin said…
Love the rhythm and reverses in this!
Kerry O'Connor said…
You encapsulate a barrage of emotions with the lightest touch. A most accomplished poem.
Magaly Guerrero said…
The restlessness makes me think of the feelings that overflow the heart every time one is heading towards a meeting that promises to be complex. So many feelings, waiting to taste the wind...
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh, this is it exactly, the conflicting feelings, the inner restlessness, the I do, I dont........all of those things, simultaneously.
Sioux Roslawski said…
I love that your dog was part of this. The back and forth of it...

Perhaps you could have included the song "Should I Say Or Should I Go" by The Clash...
Carrie Van Horn said…
"my dog looks a question"....what an intriguing line. Love this Shay. Some things and people in life can make us feel this way; just not sure. Thank you so much for hosting Shay!!
I like the restlessness in this poem.
grapeling said…
makes me think of Lucinda Williams, Car Wheels On a Gravel Road
Susie Clevenger said…
So many emotions..I love you but I don't. I'll miss you until I won't...Hey it's April and I'm poem drunk. :)
Love the conflict and emotions throughout, Shay . . . :)

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