Before

Before clock hands showed the time
time ceased, and looking glasses
were veiled as if they still held
familiar faces, in those
last moments when breath shallowed
like a wellspring running dry,
God-words quickened, only then
the dying left death-beds borne
on the arms of the gathered,
lowered to the floor so they
might press close, as though a door
through which to listen and know
the earth's old secrets before
it opened, and they entered.

Copyright Credit: Ron Rash, "Before" from Poems (New and Selected).  Copyright © 2016 by Ron Rash.  Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers Inc.