A Simple Young Woman Who Married a Carpenter
There’s the mother stunned and bleedingThe men talk above her
She knew what to dobabies were ordinary
though the proceedingcould be dangerous.
Not reliably a child untilhe showed a tendency to live
The shepherds are excited, credulous.They’re night men, the hired help,
there to deliver the news of their newsand trek back to work.
Not all of them came.Someone had to keep watch,
and a child, after all—not much more than a lamb
Job Verses 38–40
Thomas Berry says, to save the planetThere must be a mystique of the rainand making it isthe job of the poet.
But when God asked JobWho can stay the bottles of heaven?Job decided he had said too muchand stopped the conversation.
Now the heavenly bottles crack.How to make this mystique,revere what we wound?Mystique for mistook?
Slicked creaturesgasp along the beaches.We have drawn out the leviathan with a hook.Now, Will he speak soft words?
Elizabeth Poreba teaches high school in Manhattan. She has published a chapbook, available from Finishing Line Press.
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