The Earth is a Cathedral
Michael Estabrook
The sun is shining
and though we're in the deepest
cold of winter yes there are birds
overhead floating like tiny
dark clouds, and if Grammy
were alive still, she'd be one hundred
and three telling me all about how
God and Jesus and Mary are high
up in the sky behind
the clouds but not so high as to not
be watching us and hearing us,
and she'd be smiling
at me too rubbing her withered
arthritic hands as if they
were tiny puppies.
