The rain knows it is nourishing the earth,

like poetry knows plains, 

like each blade of grass has an angel next to it whispering grow.



You don’t need an ocean for ritual cleansing,

a lake to wash sin clean,

just tap water, a chipped teacup. 



When I wake to a rainbow in my room,

I don’t count it as God’s promise,

but one of many divine sparks,

between late morning and the window.

Header image photo by Hannah Yerington.

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Hannah Yerington is a poet, a Jewish Arts educator, and the director of the Bolinas Poetry Camp for Girls. Her work has been published in Nixes Mates, Rogue Agent, and Onley, among others. She runs the Bolinas Poetry Camp for Girls and is an MFA candidate at Bowling Green State University. She writes about many things; the space between Judaism and feminism, as well as talking flowers, post-memory, and sometimes seals.

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