Surely, the Lord is in this place
Even a dragonfly's wing
silvery miracle
quivering on asters
in their moonlit vigil
silent
My cares vanish
over birches
too far from my reach
the anxieties, micro calamities
of self
Here, only my heart
which blooms in rhythm
to an earthen hymn
thrummed deep
beneath the moss
ardent flush
of fern
and my hands
open
—Some truths lean
towards skin
waiting, like plush
petals
like icy fire
of wings
or hem
of fulgent garment,
to be touched
Michelle Stephens is an alumna of Fresno State University, where she majored in English Literature with a minor in Classical Studies. Her poems have been published in HAIS: a literary journal and are forthcoming in Ekstasis and Orchards Poetry Journal. She makes her home in the San Joaquin Valley of California with her husband and their son.

This poem is beautiful!
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