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.