Third Day
After the storm
the water, covering
drew itself together
and dry land was
so. It was so.
It named itself earth
and began.
Grasses grew,
trees bore fruit,
seed, pit, kernel
folded into each
like a word—genesis—
the word
older than those first days,
a word with eyes
to see that it was
good. And there
was evening and there
was morning,
a third day.
Sherry Robbins,  2020

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