For Time and All Eternity: Years 1-5

After Denise Levertov

Palms and hips, my love, 
are weak with it, 
it rings in the gut

We paint the door frame 
bloody and yet don’t bother
to kneel, my love, 
through and through

It is a mountaintop and we
are running, looking for some
burning bush, some where
to take our shoes off

two by two we roam 
through the thick of it.

Meg McManama is a Ph.D candidate and Teaching Fellow at University of North Texas. Her work is published and forthcoming in poets.org, Western Humanities Review, The Pinch, Poetry Wales, and elsewhere.

Art by Edvard Munch.