All of that heat
and all of that light,
mother of the sky
bringer of the day.
Interloping rock, hell spawn
in the orbit of a bigger rock.
A less celestial body, a smaller
also-ran. The lesser beacon of the night.
become the usurper.
Stand in the light, raise your arms to full length,
like praying, like victory. Cast your stretched shadow,
darken the plains, change water to an unseeing abyss,
force the ants to look up. Show us,
how wrong we've been. We've underestimated you,
and now
look what you've done.
A stunning poem and an inspired description of a relationship. I love the phrase ‘mother of the sky / bringer of the day’ and the idea of ‘the lesser beacon of the night / become the usurper’.
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