Early Riser (Poetry)

I can’t think of you now —
down there in the darkness
waiting and waiting for
the day of resurrection

I imagine you elsewhere
shucked free of your body
and enjoying that weightlessness
of separation

I picture you as you were —
snapped in a photograph
part of a rainbow-life
shot through a prism

You visit in dreams — so real
I believe the grave’s empty
like death’s lumpy bed-for-the-night
finds the sleeper already risen