In January
I might have thought of Jesus
Or of a new generation
In the Star Wars saga

In February
I might have thought of Armageddon
Or of another trip
To Morocco

In March
I might have thought of Revelation
Or of how to resurrect
My work with accreditation

Today, Tridium Saturday
I think of Jesus alive
Then dead, entombed, silent

And I think it already happened
For God
The Second Coming
On that first Easter

(Think on it:
Emmanuel born, growing to manhood
Teaching, showing
Suffering, dying
Entombed, his life stilled
Then arisen, born again
Among us again
With new revealed glory)

This Tridium Saturday
I foresee quarantine ending
And life restarting

(And I wonder
If we too will arise
With new revealed glory)

This Tridium Saturday
I envision the virus controlled
And then resurging

(And I worry
About this rough beast
Sloughing to be reborn)

This Tridium Saturday
I wonder with a new urgency
When? What?