1. First Sighting: Rochester, New York, Age Three In the backyard lot on Rowley Street, we play catch: my father, pregnant mother, sister, brother, and I. A few fat drops of rain fall, splash leaves, twigs, stones, dust, us. We line up to climb up back porch steps. I loiter there behind my mother, she, who fails to note my buster-browns' slow ascent to the door. Falling out of place from the exit in, I arch my neck, strain my eye, try to find high up in the sky the miraculous root of a water bead. The heavens part, clouds billow open, and the son of man appears between stormy masses. He winks a full-of-knowing look at me. The clouds reassemble; he's gone. My father stands behind the screen door to call me into our house of shadows. I wonder: should I tell the man I love the most, I saw Christ wink from heaven? On cue: lightning, thunder.
1. First Sighting: Rochester, New York, Age Three.
Lowery, Janet
1. First Sighting: Rochester, New York, Age Three In the backyard lot on Rowley Street, we play catch: my father, pregnant mother, sister, brother, and I. A few fat drops of rain fall, splash leaves, twigs, stones, dust, us. We line up to climb up back porch steps. I loiter there behind my mother, she, who fails to note my buster-browns' slow ascent to the door. Falling out of place from the exit in, I arch my neck, strain my eye, try to find high up in the sky the miraculous root of a water bead. The heavens part, clouds billow open, and the son of man appears between stormy masses. He winks a full-of-knowing look at me. The clouds reassemble; he's gone. My father stands behind the screen door to call me into our house of shadows. I wonder: should I tell the man I love the most, I saw Christ wink from heaven? On cue: lightning, thunder.