June

Time is slow and thick -

Heat rising in waves.

Too hot to sleep,

Too hot to breathe.

Raise up every spirit -

The undone and the divine,

Your listing tower of faith

Righted and held firm.

Give me a whisper,

Give me a sigh -

Everything is higher,

Sacred and perfect

Like some kind of

Cosmic second chance.

That low hum seeping

Into every other noise,

Holy fire to burn away sins.

No room left for anything

But the sun and the moon

And the silence

Stitched up between them.

Later, we won't remember

The details -

We'll only remember the way

The light dimmed and changed -

The weight of a life, lifted.