The winds of easter blow
Jesus into an upper room
appearing as a ghost
Touch my side
see me
I am hungry
They grill him fish
Slice a lemon
Someone slips out the door for fresh bread
* *
I don’t need him virgin born
or entering locked rooms in a puff of smoke
Stay here
listen to children sing
laugh more
dance more
eat bread
drink wine
fear not
tell the truth
Ascend
only if your exit beyond
is how you enter
every person’s
every breath