You’re About

You’re as fragile as a sky, as constant as a cloud.
So willing to hold a sunrise you know has no choice-

But you let yourself fall from the setting.

Why do you hold on when- you know-
That’s what a sunrise does- sets.
Why do you fall down when- you know-
That’s what a sunrise does- returns.

It must.

Why not stay so tall you can catch a sunrise?
Why not let fall what was made to fall?

Why not know- How strong- How light
How fierce- How wild wonderful a gift,
It is to hold fire- to survive fire -
To let fire drop to drown in the horizon.

An embrace is not an embrace if it lasts forever.
It’s standing still- squeezing the Sun,
Falling- Flaying.
Shouting-Saying: “Not this time,"
Ears too full of fire to hear, you said,

“Not this time.” Again.

Let a day burnt be ash; yesterday’s Sun is gone.
Fire burns the world turns, each star finds
Its sky again, by making a new star. Each sky is relit.
Brighter. Hotter. Truer. Every Sun returns home.

He must.

Why not stay so tall you can catch the sunrise?