A CRACK IN THE SKY

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen 5:01pm

I looked up from cutting

My Potatoes

and took in My Breath

seeing The First Illuminaton

of an otherwise nondescript day

— The Sun had broken through

in The West

and to The East I saw

The Scraggly Apple

and bank of scrub spruce

momentarily

tinged with Gold