Maundy Thursday, Plague Year

March 15, 2021

and I am perpetually awaiting / a rebirth of wonder
                           Lawrence Ferlinghetti

No Footwashing.
No solemn Eucharist.
No stripping of the altar.
No keeping watch
by the Blessed Sacrament.

These absences
are the stripping
of the heart’s altar,
smashing the idols
we have made
with our own hands
of how we worship.
Skip basin, towel,
even the Table.
Go directly
to Gethsemani’s
solitary, silent,
dark waiting
into seeming
where, even now,
in stone-hard earth
one small stem
is shattering
its buried bulb.