Marie Howe

Magdalene: The Next Day

The world that would have gone on without me

bargained and clattered

and I walked where I wanted, free of the pretense of family now,

belonging to no one

back to the place where he’d bent and written in the dust.

(He was a man among men – he knew not to look at them)

Whatever he’d scribbled in the dust wasn’t there anymore,

but he was

standing with his friends in the shade of the temple wall.