I awake warm on a freezing morning
Unusually, able to witness the sun’s racing rays darting across the earth
reaching.
Once they made it to the finish line, they pulled taught, the sun lurching forward, rays shortening,
raising themselves, becoming columns above us.
Zenith.
Then again where is the finish line? Does it exist?
Perhaps they were just poles, vaulting into tomorrow
That would explain the large gaps
One night as the sun vaulted, leapt,
Or maybe during the morning as its limbs stretched, spread
A donkey fell.
Bones protruding
Muscles receding
Cheeks bulging
Alone, lounging in the cold
Even her daughter
Could not stand it
Luna in the light of the moon
But it was the sun she needed
We tried six feet,
we managed four
I suppose that after all
A mini donkey gets a mini grave