I’m far away,
the only survivor of my ship,
on a Pacific island
Today should be
Easter Sunday
according to pencil marks
and some recollection
of how Easter falls each year
Parrots are making
ruckus,
everything’s aflutter
and awash
The surf is so near here anywhere
I’ve stared into the sun
and dreamed of daffodils
I’ve gone to that hill outside
Jerusalem
and thought of an endless sun rising
I will go and search for an egg now
– Jim Dennisson (copyright 1966)
Steer Forth! 