Help from Above

Look Out! Night is ruining the Sky!
Look Out! Night is skewering the Sky!

There is nothing elegant about this!!!!
There is only loss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look, children know it. They cry about it
when it comes, making comfort of
One thumb and shaking the other
One against the sky. Far earlier,

I stumbled a crocus out.
I stretched a wing too far.

Far earlier, “even in the daytime,”
It was far too easy to - to wound,
to hurt, to scar.