NATALIE MARINO

What it Is

The sky’s blue glass.

A single blade of grass
shining in sun.

Now the loud sound
of spring rain
in a garden of stones.

Crows laughing at God
from a rooftop.

Moths covering
the faces of clocks.

All the while
a white house stands
alone at the end of a road.

The door of acceptance.

What it is to be alive.