On Easter Sunday

The stone which the builders rejected
is become the head of the corner
Psalm 118:22

I traveled on stilts,
avoiding cracks
and knotted places.
I told myself,
follow at a distance.
Then I paused
long enough
to listen
to the whole story
from once upon a time
to "where did he go?"
to "it can't be."
to Hallelujah