Genesis: Fourth Day
Fourth Day Why am I on a ladder again hanging lights? Family has scattered and drivers on their way by won’t even notice the one straight modest line of light-emitting diodes dangling from the gutter in imitation of the icicles El Niño keeps away. Let them be for seasons anyway and for signs. Set the timer on for evening, off for morning and divide the night from day. Thursday’s child works hard for a living, inventing ice, remembering cold, sculpting light into a landing strip for what circles in the dark. Sherry Robbins, 2020
Sherry Robbins 