Grace, Fallen from. Marianne Boruch

turned

      toward instead of away. It takes a whole night

      to do that. She’s a busy little bee, I heard

      someone say yesterday, each word a stone

      set down carefully, each weighing

      a pound or two. I work on that, both

      the acid and the praise. Nothing’s simple,

      not even the start of the day.

       day three