A poem for the last day of April

They say heat rises
I rise in the light. The fire outright.
I burn in your hand. Can you stand it?
In love and in fear—Can you hear my demands?
I’m calling the rain to put me out.
I’m cold in the same way. I’m told it’s a game we’re supposed play.
I’m old in the blue today.
I sold my heart to a bird of prey that flew away and turned into Sun…
And burned into One.

Advertisements