Sunday, December 28, 2014

In the days after


In the days after the world
became new, the heavens
cracked open

In the days after the change
happened, time shifted; reality
was upended in sharpness
and piercing

In the days after nothing
was the same, cows were milked,
ovens lit, meals prepared, the sun
rose in the east, the winds blew

In the days after nothing
was the same, everything was
the same for a time,
in the days after.

In the days after no one
noticed, not one, until
the stones began to sing


Photograph by Ken Kistler via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

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