Brilliant. I had to renew this book from the library three times and receive three or more overdue notices before I completed it, despite the book's outward appearance of being "average" length. Marilyn Nelson goes deep. There were many, many, many gems and lot that's very funny, but the two poems struck me hardest. "Churchgoing (after Philip Larkin)", which includes a stanza that awoke my inner bitter (and secretively) agnostic: "I sit alone, tormented in my heart / by fighting angels, one group black, one white. / The victory is uncertain, but tonight / I'll lie awake again, and try to start / finding the black way back to what we've lost." And "Dusting": "Thank you for these tiny / particles of ocean salt / pearl-necklace viruses, / winged protozoans / for the infinite, / intricate shapes / of submicroscopic / living things" --a poem perfect in its exquisitely specific detail that I could feel, like running my fingertips across lace. The final poem, Minor Miracle, is 💣 💥.