And The Sun Said It Was So.

The reconciliation of a marriage.

Hand in hand,
Grounded in each other
We lay down
The grass we grew from seedlings
Pushed up against our spines.
Softly, Still.

The Sun’s circadian lover,
the moon, rose high
and you were gone
to fields where actors pray to moss
Softly, Still

And The Sun said it was so.

The clouds,
Wispy,
Tripping off into the distance.
And there we were,
Softly, Still

The tides are pulled
by the moon
like fabric over two separated bodies
That lie apart
Softly, Still.

And The Sun said it was so.

A man, dying in a house nearby,
Waits.
A cat stalking its prey,
Waits.
And there we were,
Softly, Still.

A coyote in the distance
Howls,
An army of frogs
Beating chests in a rhythmic overture
Softly, Still.

And The Sun said it was so.

We manifested the future.
In visions and dreams,
Through rivers and streams.
In a gallery, we emerged.
Softly, Still

In your beauty,
60 years old,
Kaftan-clad, peaceful and full
Me, grey and proud,
Softy, Still.

And The Sun said it was so.

The bright sun enveloped us,
and the world was replenished.
Everything was in order.
We healed, and all was good.
Softy, Still.

The Sun said it was so,
and it was.

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