Like Psyche

I watched her crouched and howling with the sun
sitting on her shoulder, and the moon
tucked behind her ear. I saw days run
up and down her spine, and the year turn
a daisy chain of hours in her hair.

She swallowed stones and spat out meteors
that blazed thru minds grown dark and unaware
of their capacity for storms and stars.
Then she became horizon. Dusk and dawn
sprung from her back like wings. I heard her cry
like Psyche when that finger of flame fell on
Love’s lips like loss. I saw her try to fly,

shattering in the glory that unfurled,
and how those rags of light patched up the world.