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Orbits have pulled us
to this moment. Blessed are you
who call me out of darkness to feed me
low-hanging light, waxed amber
and plump. Let this sky-heart grow, summit
at solstice. Let the tongue loll, hunger heighten,
howl. Let the longed-for ripeness come
from night. Your tender words seed, sprout
and stem, widen white-green hips. Only you
write each tender phase copper-pink, hints
of fire. For the first time horizon
and lantern align. The moth careens
into the burn
of her love, and lives—and I can’t wrench my eyes
from your brightness, can’t tear circumference
from sweetness, can only smolder the plum night
in full.

Photo by Swapnil Potdar on Unsplash

Laura Reece Hogan

Laura Reece Hogan is the author of Litany of Flights (Paraclete Press, 2020), winner of the Paraclete Poetry Prize, the chapbook O Garden-Dweller (Finishing Line Press), and the nonfiction spiritual theology book I Live, No Longer I (Wipf & Stock). A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, she is one of ten poets featured in the anthology In a Strange Land (Cascade Books). Her poems have appeared in or are forthcoming in America, First Things, The Christian Century, Sojourners, Spiritus, Whale Road Review, Dappled Things, Cumberland River ReviewEcoTheo Review and other publications. For more of her work, please visit www.laurareecehogan.com.

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