by Brett Stonecipher


Forever gliding the rails
of your lost country
gazing into the predawn window

book of birds in hand.
You, always candlelit—you
bright center of a dark vessel.

The car rattles its tracks.
Your time-ticking hand
thumbing pages.

You were thirsting for birdsong
when you first saw the dimness.
You see it still.




Brett Stonecipher is an MTS candidate at Duke Divinity School studying theology, language, and literature. He writes poems and stories, and is working on his first novel-length project.