Sixth Day
Let a little silence into the conversation,
I mean prayer.
Pictures of the sun, our sun,
a sun, boiling, exploding,
arcs of power
fanning up and out.
Once it all got written down
it all got wrong or, or
And there was evening
and there was morning,
sixth day.
Laid over this story
is another story,
then another.
And under stories…
beasts and fruit trees and rivers,
without name
and the beginnings of us,
we who name,
taste and name,
point and name,
shiver and name.
See how all bodies slide out from
one kind of body
and mistranslate its name.
Sherry Robbins, 2020

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