Resignation
The sun stops pretending
She doesn’t burn or rise or see beyond and what is
In the lining of the clouded above.
the gravity of her warmth does not pull,
words out of the mouth,
blades of grass out of black earth,
warming calls from buxom bird breast,
Ripen red fruit or
quicken the crickets’
urgent percussion.
She is not making lightening bolt from beneath the trees
She cannot stop the envy she feels
as faces turn away
and eyes close
even while she holds us close
knowing it is never in her role
to call forth the water of tears, tides or
cause us to return home.
She does not light
On the other side of darkened places
In her roaring,
And expansive siren song.
She is not alone
Not awake or held distant and powerless
She can move or burst and
Take us with her.
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