new sky
She’s a woman
who learns to hold-carry
and balance-give
and take-in love.
A woman who treasures,
who looks to the limits in the sky
and notices the pennies in her path.
And realizing she might just
not know
she learns to sort through
first hand love for second-hand pieces
feeling for heaviness.
At least this pile’s
nicer than the one
She found it in-
a minute, an hour
more than 5 days ago-
when she learned
first hand love could be a
second hand burden
And that by the time it
reached her back-
safe keeping could
turn a cool breeze
dark and smokey.
She wraps her arms
around this
Libra laundry
and thanks Truth
the big sky
and little lucky money
for her present pile
for its still clouds,
for splintery glimmers
and for even making
a goddamn mess of things.
And as her mind’s eye
runs a stitch
over that robe she’d wear-
gift from someone
to someone else to her
she considers
that constellation
in this
new sky.
