If only he knew
That if ever I was to kneel
it was to pray for a vessel
worthy of my pour

Caught in freedom’s trusses
His imagination
Suspends my disbelief
Strain springing internal
My most resilient edges
quake and undulate
commuting thoughts
frozen, by fault line’s shift

I will rise through his subduction
fear erupted, hope nestled in my core
smiling child bathed in ash
her toothy moon waxing for us all