Poetry

Litanies Against Dying, 6 (188.)

The long and short of it is
erm, ah, uh, come back to me?

The long
waning of the day
reaches tendrils into evening
and even then, it’s not quite night.

The short
hop over dusk.
Moon leaps quick.
Light reaches out
to pierce the dark of space
and shines, all through the galaxy.

Like a candle in the midnight attic.

Pluto still hides far in the corner,
but there
are other spheres than this.
It’s all about the
reflection of the sun, anyway.

The long and short of it is
the sun breathes life
into beating hearts.
Great cosmic caregiver,
my paean to you.

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