above your house looks like
a woman skating across a lake
you could name it that. If someone
long before you called it warrior with a sword
or dragon at the gate, it doesn’t matter,
it’s your sky now. If you’re lost in the evening
fog all your former selves line up by the side
of the road to show you the way home.
If you want to pry open the moon
and crawl inside, remember the sky
waits like a clock for you to unwind...