At Three Things the Earth Shakes
by Marianne Jones
She dampened my sleeve so quietly
I was unsure if she cried at all.
I held her awkwardly,
my forehead against her curls.
We sat like that a long time, a pieta,
both silent, neither of us understanding why
this tearing of the sky's fabric,
this rending of the natural order.
MARIANNE
JONES IS THE AUTHOR OF A CHAPBOOK, "HIGHWAY 17." SHE IS A TEACHER/WRITER
WHOSE WORKS HAVE APPEARED IN WASCANA REVIEW, PRAIRIE JOURNAL AND ROOM
OF ONE'S OWN. SHE IS ALSO A FOUNDING MEMBER OF INKWELL, A WRITER'S GROUP
THAT MEETS MONTHLY IN THUNDER BAY, ONTARIO AND HOSTS AN ANNUAL READING.
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