After All This The earth was without form and an empty waste, and darkness was upon the face of the very great deep. The Spirit of God was brooding over the face of the waters. —Genesis 1:2 In the midst of miracles At this moment of sand The definitions and philosophies of stone The separation of bones and dust Of air from eyes The architecture of lungs in creatures and the lungs of earth. In a sky A universe, stuffed full of everything At the beginning of love Of oneness Just one moment ago. Filling, filling, filling, Stars and void Molecules and sound, The everything hidden inside everything, part of everything, Connected in one way or another to everything else. Pretend People that do not look like you Are not like you.
Marc Janssen lives in a house with a wife who likes him and a cat who loathes him. Regardless of that turmoil, his poetry can be found scattered around the world in places like Pinyon, Slant, Cirque Journal, Off the Coast and Poetry Salzburg. His book, November Reconsideredwas published by Cirque Press. Janssen also coordinates the Salem Poetry Project, a weekly reading, the annual Salem Poetry Festival, and was a 2020 nominee for Oregon Poet Laureate.
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