January Dawn

—Two window shades: the stiff

premonition forcing its way around them,

then the first sparrows, chipping through the ice.

And god lies beside you in his—

Wait.      So god lies beside you

in his brokenness

covered with black feathers

and in his claw

a small fish—

shiny and new—like a metaphor.

When Elijah came to the widow of Zarephath

she was by the well—weren’t they always

by the well, lowering the gold

rope of consciousness—

Elijah’s need in the desert had been represented

by the circle of black ravens

holding fish and they were

dazzling in the text—just dazzling!—and behind them

o the little tents of change O the tents of Ahab’s men.

The widow trusted him

though her son died, for Elijah had known

one great moment of faithfulness.

And so

this morning, though you cannot

tolerate your life because it is so

difficult, so     “filled with promise”

think of the spirit of darkness

that did not abandon you,

and the earth that rests outside you, wanting

the form for which it was created—