Broken Church
Laurinda Lind
No one is
old enough                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
to read this air                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
though we                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
receive it twice
the first time                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
for the reflection                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
we can see
the next for                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
the hieroglyphic                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
window that                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
closes over
like the day                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
of the eclipse                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
when the delivery                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
man said Jeez,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     it's like 3-D                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
out here.
In the same                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
way the light                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
inside is double:
Brightly dark.
Darkly bright.
Broken.
Laurinda Lind lives and teaches in northern New York State. Some poetry acceptances and publications have been in Comstock Review, The Cortland Review, Main Street Rag, Off the Coast, and Paterson Literary Review.