Sunday, November 14, 2021

Anina Robb - One Poem


When the sun lies

slant in the sky— all of a sudden,

the way an eddy of leaves writhes

and just as soon seems to decompose

into dirt—you realize life is more than half over.


Yet again, when the moon rises,

it’s not just darkness and silence

like you imagine the milky way might be.

Under the quiet ruler of night

it is easier to measure the meaning

of another morning.


Anina Robb is a poet living in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

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