Als noch die Stürme tobten,
War ich so elend nicht.
take what’s there, then . . . all that unthinkable peace,
even before Leda’s indifference—
the peregrine devours its prey,
but the nest isn’t its kill
hear what’s here, now . . . all that inexplicable calm,
even during the gazelle’s last chase—
the right hand acts,
but the left hand isn’t neutral
see what’s soon, then again . . . all that extraordinary release,
even after Aunt Adrienne’s terrifying ordeals—
the Hudson’s mouth is surrounded by five boroughs,
but the river heals in ten directions
Colin Webb is a native of Baltimore, Maryland, and writes poetry as well as fiction. His novella, Coping with Coincidence, was shortlisted for the 2015 Arch Street Prize.