Today's poem is by Kerry James Evans

Holy
       

Before light, a ruin,
    a cellar, a voice
in a photograph
    silenced by a crease,

then an unfolding,
    a stillness, rain,
a house at dawn,
    a couple standing

beneath a blue
    window, a memory,
a river beginning
    again and again

—an orchard
    before harvest.

*

Then, harvest.
    Then, what's left:
a quilt, a lover,
    another story lost

in a field—a crow,
    a cloud ending
with a ghost breeze
    freeing the last

of the daffodils—
    a few pine cones
shaking loose,
    cracked open

on the ground,
    a whenever, a door.

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from Sugar House Review
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