Her Mantle of Sky

All night she was a steady lover
focused and devoted,
but now it’s her invisible
fingers of mist
draw me tenderly to waking.
Rain so fine I see, not drops
but a downward shimmer of air,
a descending scrim of moisture.

Meanwhile the globe
all the while holding close
her gauzy veil of atmosphere,
spins! And orbits our star!
And whirls with the Milky Way!
Yet rain remains, the same water
lifting and falling
again and again these aeons of time.

Rain pulled to earth
by the great embrace of gravity,
never spilling out to space.
Rain from oceans returning
from Lake Chapala returning
from dew on my grass returning. Rain
gathering up her mantle of sky,
until once more, she will love me.

©Susa Silvermarie 2020