Erica Goss

Easter Sunday

	Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how 
		- James Russell Lowell

	1.

After a rigid winter 
with too many days 
spent in classrooms, 
the faint presence of birds
disturbs the windowsills.

Trees open their mouths,
fine-cut leaves cup air— 
careful, the way a woman 
slides a hand beneath 
her child’s oval
skull and lifts
his face to hers.

	2.

I have been too loyal 
to grief.  I have  
given corners to darkness, 
allowed myself 
to think love shrinks, cold.  
Now when sorrow answers
it doesn’t matter.  
I tell my own stories,

place colored eggs 
under shrubs, behind stones, 
coddle a few in a flowerpot.
One by one, children 
take them back, 

heads tempera bulbs 
in morning’s convocation.
Joy scrambles sadness.  Lord,
break this day over my head.
Light sticks to me like yolk.

Erica Goss is the author of Night Court, winner of the 2017 Lyrebird Award from Glass Lyre Press. Her flash essay, “Just a Big Cat,” was one of Creative Nonfiction’s top-read stories for 2021. Recent and upcoming publications include The Georgia Review, Oregon Humanities, Creative Nonfiction, North Dakota Quarterly, Spillway, A-Minor, Redactions, Consequence, The Sunlight Press, The Pedestal, San Pedro River Review, and Critical Read. Erica served as Poet Laureate of Los Gatos, California, from 2013-2016. She lives in Eugene, Oregon, where she teaches, writes and edits the newsletter Sticks & Stones.