Grace

Grace

Jen Grace Stewart

These days you
help me remember
I could be happy.

To say this is grace
belies the weight of it.
Grace like gauze

but not binding, wing
of a sea bird, or salt
in a storm—swirled,

airy, delicate. We
keep singing the word de
light—as if weightless,

unburdened, lifted.
Or like an angle of light
along floorboards,

coming in at a crack
in some heavy frame,
how its slender beam

slips through
what we meant
to keep closed.

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Jen Grace Stewart
Poet & Teacher

Jen is the author of Madonna, Complex (2020, Poiema/Cascade).

Photography by Racim Amr