Inquiry Into Loneliness

Meg Harris regards the divine like a lover, noting even its smallest incarnations, overlooking nothing. In a somber funeral notice for a sandpiper, we are reminded of our own human inconsequence, yet the world is constant magic. Stars are 'mercury rolling,' a child’s newborn skull bears the imprint of the place it was first loved. These poems are generous and welcoming, even of pain’s inevitability.