Everywhere Was Far (Shadowmark Poetry Series, Vol. 4)

When I wish for you,/
it is too dark for crows./
Your hand rests in the hollow/
I leave behind. It is two hours/
before light, and this morning/
will last for days. In full light/
you will wrap yourself in fiction,/
turn pages slowly, savor the cut/
of fine print on crisp paper./

from In My Most Recent Prayer

In Everywhere Was Far, Kevin Miller makes our familiar Northwest landscape and seascape altogether new. He resists the quick slide to transcendence…The higher truths await, though: Fleeting herons slip shadow over shadow,/ keep light away in layers, make paper of us,/ We struggle to fasten a place that will keep.