McKennan’s Golden Hour

McKennan’s Golden Hour

Cameron Brooks

In the garden in the middle of the park
in the middle of town, we were lying
in the grass one evening. Must’ve been

the very end of August because
every burr oak, ash, and magnolia
seemed somehow greener than ever

and younger. We were lying in the grass,
as I say, waiting for others to arrive
and fretting about the coming weeks

which are by now many weeks gone by.
And given it was evening, light spun
through the sprightly trees and all over

the quartzite path leading to the stone
flower fountain in the middle
of the garden, where we were lying

in the grass. Yet it never occurred
to me to lift you by the hand to see
what everlasting thing might be found

in the middle of the fountain, ‘til now.

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Cameron Brooks
Poet

Cameron is a graduate of Princeton Theological Seminary and an M.F.A. candidate at Seattle Pacific University. His recent poems have appeared in Poetry East, North Dakota Quarterly, Ad Fontes Journal, St. Katherine Review, Modern Reformation, and elsewhere.

Photography by Meava Vigier