surprise

you keep showing up
unbidden, a gift
we didn’t know
we wanted, or needed—
the surprise of joy
as we gather
outside in procession,
singing together
bathed in the light
of day, until
we gather again
in houses with
doors opened
and windows open
and the sky
is somehow brighter
or maybe we see
the world
differently
if death is no longer
something we fear.
maybe we feel
less of the weight
if we lift our eyes,
hearts, hands, songs.
maybe the story
is better when shared
like good news,
or wonder.