If we could send a drone back through time
to hover above the tomb
the way it hovers now above the courtyard
at the Newman Center
where the students have gathered to pray,
a small drone, with four propellers,
taking b-roll for the website,
it would film what it’s filming now,
the tops of heads,
Mary Magdalene’s, Peter’s, John’s,
the gardener with his floppy hat.
I remember, too, one evening in the old house
before they tore it down
when as we sat on that funny orange couch
and those old thrift store chairs
talking about the way
the Gospel for that Sunday spoke to us
about our lives, I could look
through the doorway into the little kitchen
where now and then the mice
would pop up on the stove top
and look around, like soldiers in the trenches,
first to the left, then to the right,
then quick, back down.
All night long they kept poking up
through the elements.