I’ve been avoiding the news as much as I can lately but it’s hard to avoid it all (RIP, John Prine). This was in the Pome newsletter last week and it feels appropriate.


In The Morning, Before Anything Bad Happens

The sky is open
all the way.

Workers upright on the line
like spokes.

I know there is a river somewhere,
lit, fragrant, golden mist, all that,

whose irrepressible birds
can’t believe their luck this morning
and every morning.

I let them riot
in my mind a few minutes more
before the news comes.

Molly Brodak (2017)