GOOD FRIDAY

It is a good day

to dye

eggs

To hide

and then find

they will be buried

in hay

or perched

out of the obvious way

symbols of the living

precariously placed

in a landscape

where spring

is exploding.

Colorful crescents and fertile fragments

that peek out

of private places

some cracked,

some heavily decorated,

compelling.

Shells as strong as archways

ironic by design

supporting and protecting the way

they also break so easily

like the innocence

of child’s play.