Between - Kim Rosen

 But it's the cave I want to know.

Not how He left, rose, became a something

again. But what happens in the cave.

Not blood, not body, not wine stamped with the memory

of blood, but the space between breath

and breath where we are nowhere

to be found.

Someone weeps outside.

Someone tugs at the boulder.

Someone clings to a torn lock of hair.

And inside, in the still, lightless air

the turning back

into everything.