Hiding Places

Hiding Places
Hannah Cauthen

“A church turns into a crime scene”

a heading in a news article,

defines the state we are in;

the sacred has been robbed of

its sacredness, or

altogether discarded.

We are left to find it in other places:

The shack of a house, overgrown by

moss and vines and the meat

of the earth.

The little girl, book propped behind

the water fountain, not wasting

a second of her precious life.

The way the sun pierces through

a certain cloud to shine

through a certain tree and

set certain leaves ablaze,

the sacred, sacred way it does.