Alexander Eagan

Fault Lines

Easter only comes once a year, and yet

are you not the beginning and the end? The clocks

run forward, springs uncoil and ricochet in their cages

as I draw nearer to the cross. It’s all at once when

I lay down at your feet—time falters in your presence.

Lord, I want all of you, all the time.

Caution a white flag in the wind,

I climb the cross to be nearer to you. When I

was a child I waited until my parents had left the house

to climb the sycamore tree in our backyard.

I waited in the topmost boughs until they came home.

I was afraid of how high my arrogance had carried me.

I am afraid now, thirsty and lonely.

I drink your sweat, your blood. I find it sweet.

I let go and fall again at your feet.

Alexander Eagan is a Piney Woods born, Austin, Texas based poet whose work has appeared in Susurrus. He was a nominee for the 2023 Best of the Net awards. He can be found on Twitter @SevenWounds.