Cosmos/Catastrophic Breakup by Lewis Holt
Elk nuzzled for grass between the boulders.
The sky was dark and purple, warm as velvet,
and the streams, freshets from the glacier’s tip,
came angling down, darting with fish, ready
for us to see them.
made utterly bright. God left the universe
on a hot stove, which made the Milky Way,
which used to be designed for us. I longed,
I was a lark.
nothing had changed at all. The children played
basketball on the courts behind the church.
I saw them on my morning walks, screaming
Did not, did too.