SONG OF LOT’S WIFE

                        On the shore, the bones of the world

                                    are scrubbed by time and its story.

                        Creation’s face beams back at us,

                                    our ripples of loss and worry.

                        If taken from this radiant home,

                                    I’d look back to turn

                        into one of its pillars of stone,

                                    so the smile could be my own.