sunlit days starlit nights
we needed an extra doona
and I wore socks to bed
Good Friday of course was fish
obligation lingering as habit
even for believers it seems
Saturday I went to town
picked up a whole lamb
beautifully butchered
we cooked the rolls of flap that day
and the major joints on Sunday
as we feasted we talked about Easter
judiciously to accommodate believers
of course we got nowhere
on the fact or fairy tale question
just settled on a bit of each
when most had left on Monday
I played an old LP of Strauss
saw up in the blue sky
the opulent waltzers whirling
and heard from the other side
my sister singing along
it was a kind of resurrection
Bill Hannan 