There Is
By Renée Ashley
nothing left to worship.
The three-tined sun is on a string.
A chain to hang you on.
A rope to coil when you’re done.
Lately, a sharp-winged bird skims the dusk
dragging the web-footed dark.
Up there down there.
Foreground. Background.
What you can swing from.
Copyright Credit: Renée Ashley, "There Is" from The View from the Body. Copyright © 2016 by Renée Ashley. Reprinted by permission of Black Lawrence Press.
Source: The View from the Body (Black Lawrence Press, 2016)