to notice
to stand in the yard
as the light shifts, halves,
and see that the flint sky,
with her first stars
But it's harder work
to cash-in your doubts
and write it down
and harder still
but still rest
assured that you
what others might miss—
to stand in the yard
as the light shifts, halves,
dims—
and see that the flint sky,
with her first stars
just smoldering,
looks the way she always does: endless
and massive and complete-
and massive and complete-
ly unsupported.
But it's harder work
convincing
yourself than another
to cash-in your doubts
with no
certainty rewarded
and write it down
without being
coerced, praised, or scolded—
and harder still
(if not more
like borderline impossible)
to know there’s
like borderline impossible)
to know there’s
no proof
she will stay up there forever,
but still rest
assured that you
don’t have to hold her.
