Today,
Christ rises in us
and stands in our circle
aside our smoking backyard barbecue.

With a wave and a shout,
he greets our strolling neighbors,
"Happy Easter."

We continue our twenty-four hour toast to resurrection,
as, with us, he raises his brown glass bottle of beer.

Tomorrow,
Christ-in-us
will be hungover.
"No lo hace,"
he will say,
"remember our hangover
the day after Cana?"

Easter Sunday
April 7, 1985