Easter

Easter is in the air

I breathe in the musty smell of spring

And as a Jew

I don’t think of Jesus.

Easter is in the supermarkets

I survey the boxes of Easter eggs

Strangely placed in the Kosher food aisle

And puzzle at the depiction

Of rabbits who lay eggs.

Easter is in my body

A sinking feeling as it approaches

Teasing memories out of my mind.

Easter is in my footsteps

As I scurry from the bus stop

Head cocked over my shoulder

Waiting and afraid.

Easter is within me

Grabbing from behind

Forcing, thrusting, penetrating

Refusing to let go.