like the river’s quiet passage from one place to another that is always going-on and always going-on must be so ancient a feeling it is the thing divine the word was caused to be—an it rises in the air and moves across the land devouring devouring and devouring.
Steve Scafidi, closing lines to “The Way the Days Pass One after Another,” The Cabinetmaker’s Widow: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 2014)










