Re-cognition

Photo: from National Geographic

I meant to write an Easter poem 
But cold shadowy fingers seemed
To obscure every metaphor, each word image
Crafted with care to speak of renewal 
Behind my smiling, animated face
A morphing mind reshaped ideas
Kept rekindling thoughts about
Rupture, about how we are 
Always in search of the mystical
And the mythical to save us
From ourselves, and we fly to
The moon and beyond, looking 
For a way out, only to meet 
Ourselves coming back, having 
Discovered that we cannot 
Outrun loss. Maybe before our
Hearts can truly comprehend
Resurrection; we must turn to
Face ourselves fully, but first
Set down our masks.