- Chapel, Chapel:The Jonathan Sutra No. 1
Outside, in the forest—An early thaw.
A falling branch slices open a bird's nest.I think of you as a fox, shedding its winter skin
The back of your head, bowed in prayer, a new light,Your hand in your father's hand, I think of your hands.
The hymns, a turning sound in our voices, a glanceHeavenward, your family a row in front of mine, a morning
Glory turning its head to the sky. I think of your sky.Your voice in the choir. I think of you often.
I think of you, in the wake of your sister's death,Gathering eggs in the henhouse across the pasture.
Sunday afternoon, I pick blackberries in the forest.Late morning light, counting each one as I go.
Even this is a form of prayer, a wanting to breathe A held breath // I think of you when I eat the first blackberries of the season. [End Page 58]
Iggy Shuler is a poet and essayist from South Carolina. Her work has been recognized by the National Young Arts Foundation and the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.