Jackie Fox

a scrawny raven, talons
firmly twined
in the Lord’s Prayer
Time a sorcerer
you’ll never catch
A sudden depth,
a hand-dug
well you’ll want to fill
with talking
to keep your spirits
from caving

You are staring
at the silver limits
of existence.
You dare not think.
You dare not peck through
that suffocating box.
God has dared.
Does God see?
Ask Him.

Jackie Fox loves poetry of all kinds and has been writing it off and on since childhood. Her work has been published in a variety of journals and anthologies including Ted Kooser’s American Life in Poetry, Rattle, The Bellevue Literary Review, Tar River Poetry, BARED: Contemporary Poetry and Art on Bras and Breasts, and The Untidy Season: An Anthology of Nebraska Women Poets. She lives in Omaha, Nebraska with her husband Bruce and two rescue cats.