RESONANCE

Resonance

Last evening, as I drove home

along the old back roads,

with the maples lulling

their colors to sleep

and yellow lights

blinking on in

quiet houses,

I thought,

this is right,

this much I know,

and the violin and

Emmylou crooned in agreement

with me, and I felt myself break open

the way storm clouds broke open, spilling light,

as if from their souls, across the fields

as we walked along the orchard ridge

lined with young pear trees

under the fractured sky,

and as we made our

way to the pond,

the blue heron

took flight

before us.

Resonance was first published in Bridgewater Review (2016, Bridgewater State University).  
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