The Resurrection Theater of the Absurd

THE RESURRECTION THEATER OF THE ABSURD

You surprised me when you

stepped on my grief and rudely interrupted

my expectations for the show to end

when I assumed we would walk out in darkness

down city streets and go for a martini and talk about

that cross and the dramatic lighting and all that emptiness after

and then we could pick up our heavy heads

and hold them lopsided as we went on our mournful way

living the grey life we always imagined.

But then you, you wizard of astonishment,

you author of unexpected epilogues

you springtime of wildflowers in greened up dead fields

you resurrected my small mind above the predictable plot formulas

and opened up the stone laid over my heart,

so heavy, and yet with you, so easily, so gracefully rolled away.