by Mai Der Vang
This is the day to confirm that every star
Is a brilliant seed on its way to becoming
A pumpkin. It is the morning to cushion
Uncertainty with a tyrannosaurus heartbeat,
A night to trust in the beauty of ice cubes
Dazzling as they do. This is the situation
In which a child on a beach carries a bucket
Of sand dollars, how they must have once
Napped moisturized in the high tide. It is
The success of candles spiraling on a
Chantilly Cake. This is the sunrise to be
Quiet for, to only ever ask for one’s shoes.
Then comes a condition of stirring from every
Utterance of dust, a status that calls for a
Furnace of tornadoes, sanctuary seen through
Glass panes. Then comes horsepower of vocal
Chords to vacuum a country’s illness. Then doubt
No longer breathes. Only the sureness, the full-
Bodied promise for all eyes to hear, for every
Set of hands to stomp noisier than the next.
Last updated October 30, 2022