The little old ladies
wore their easter bonnets today
as they walked up the side
walk towards the church.
I was wearing two day
old blue jeans
and a t-shirt
drinking a morning
It must be easter.
Little children were outside
early screaming, some of
them showing off a new
kite other stuffing
their face with chocolate.
I flipped through the channels
and caught glimpses
of golf and baseball replays.
Soon enough the easter bonnets
started walking back to their
cars. Mrs. Gilbertson, nintey-something,
walking strong on shaky legs saw me in my window and
waved at me while showing off her toothy smile,
I waved back from behind my window.
I then wen back inside and sat down
to the flashbacks of morning communions
when life revolved around Sunday brunches,
and I always woke up to a freshly ironed
shirt my grandma picked out from me
excited to learn something new about
the bible from Sunday School–
back then the Bible seemed more fascinating
than scary. I shudder now with the turn
of every page to count the sins and misdirections
our society has taken.
I go back to the TV flipping through rich politicians,
sitcom re-runs, and finally to a
preacher shouting “Smile for he has risen.”
I turned off the TV and went back to
bed and wondered
where it was I fell.