Anthropocenic
: when the nearest light is miles away yet
and adorned on the night is a lightning bug
as in a jarred cactus plant
an open book without commas
: when the only thing you can touch is a plastic raft
and drenched between the hours is a cutting board
as in a place for garlic
and onions the face of early sky
: when water undresses into tar sands
and to one long tune acacia trees dance some
as in alder reach
anything is worth the rain
: when above more and more narrow miracles
and answers set to stone by a single hand
as in a chorus of them
any shadow still means light
Copyright © 2023 by Jake Skeets. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 17, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.