Antigone weeping
In flood larger than tale
I’ve seen you sing
Shaping ceramic
Blowing night’s glass
Barefoot, forgetting
Robin, a door to another
A wall to another’s
Filled reality
Styled, karmic
& vases for flowers
Stardust praying to leaf
Reading its growth
In its bones, on devotion
We’d never dream of
Now that we know
That our palms
Are knotted, like wood
Waiting on midnight’s drum
In the wind
For its wheel
I’ll walk past you, tonight
And smile
Your presence it’s petals.
