On a Laetere Sunday



On a Laetere Sunday

The year the grey rains hovered
overhead even through Spring’s start

when the Fourth Sunday of Lent came,
you slept with the Sun’s light,

and, rising only in darkness, after Eve
and all of Day had past, you thought it

no small irony that your darkness
had held you away from all celebrations

of the man born blind who was healed to see
on the Feast of Laetere.