Earth, Mercy, O`Reilley Mary Rose

In her new collection, Earth, Mercy, Mary Rose OReilley sifts through the debris of human habitation -- pink thong sandals, curlers, broken televisions -- looking for a kind of junkyard grace: Holiness enters again / turquoise fins, and the Cessnas carapace / lifts on its wind.
The first poem, Genesis, locates the reader in Edenic time, in that humid and green / arrival, while the last, Watching the End of the World from Hovland, Minnesota, gives nature a final word: Morels on goat prairie gloat / in their blue light. Spruce / speaking of green on green. Between these points, any poem offers a threshold over which something unexpected may pass -- a ghost, an angel, or the yap of an insouciant dog alerting us to apocalypse.
Against all that threatens our survival, Earth, Mercy asserts the beauty of our poignantly sensual life.