Hallelujah (Poetry by Casey Mills)

 

Hallelujah

with sensuous greed
the water took the hillside
spilled its rock on the
flattened grass below

in the smell of the mud
I can see the last animal
adrift in new rain
wet with surprise

there in the ground
the white curve of a shell
peaking through soil
gleaming, exalted

daughter runs
and lifts above her head
a goose egg newly born
by this August flood

throws it up into the sky
it turns slowly as it rises
then pauses
hallelujah

Casey Mills writes poems early in the morning while his kids sleep. He lives in Northern California next to a creek he enjoys spending time with. His poetry has been published in California Quarterly, Tule Review, Amethyst Review, Calla Press, and elsewhere.