Annah Browning

The lamps on the marsh come out
bit by bit -- you hear

them humming, year one,
year one
. In the time

of our Lord's beseeching,
we listened like blind

men, for the shells
cracking, the bugs to sing.

And we all went, of course,
of course
. This is what

we knew. That the animals
born with the extra eyes

wore them blindly -- a new thing --
the flood that fills us before

the water can begin.