"Then" In our loss we accepted the strange shape of things as though it had meaning for us, as though we moved slowly over the acreage, as though the ground modulated like water. The floors and the cupboards slanted to the West, the house sinking toward the evening side of the sky. The children and I sitting together waiting, there on the back porch, the massive engine of the storm swelling up through the undergrowth, pounding toward us. Excerpted from Ordinary Words by Ruth Stone All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
