Day three

Today is day four but this is my day three poem. 

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Prologue, The Survivors

(for Jane Harper)

The sun goes down and stays down,

The sky unwrapping itself, pure sound.

If you’re going to do it –– She looks up.

She tells him of the weather they’ll be having,

Noticing the birds shrieking and circling the cliffs.

She stands in the shallows, swaying, the weather is inside her,

Lifts her skirts above the incoming tide,

She hasn’t given up on her art, or on wanting to live a good life.

She wants to make things that count, things that are new.

Despite what is going to happen next, dreamlight and darkness,

If you’re going to do it ––

She moves towards him.

You know those nights, you think you lie awake and never sleep?

And then the morning comes, you lie there, blinking,

Thick with the memory of dreaming.