easter vigil i put my night in the machine like a token-- tell my head to replay your fingers against my arm. i'm made nothing but a conduit for mornings & here i am now standing in my backyard movie projectoring an afternoon over & over. i want you closer than any doorway. above, a flock of geese chatter & i tell them i am falling in love with your voice. they squawk & talk about salvation. they are returning after a long winter. they are flying in an arrow pointing towards the mountain. i tell them to make sure they rest soon. in this blue dawn i'm wishing over & over that i had met you sooner. i ask: what about january? what about november? in pennsylvania each season brings their certain ghosts. spring has never retrieved me like this. dew damp against my feet. daffodils turning telephone & ringing. tell me, when will i see you again? when will i see you again? for each hour i'm hunting dandelions to sustain the bright you left me.