It’s the single most enormous day
We have known together
We walk to the altar of sky
The expanse of smog-filtered orange and pink
We offer up our mouths, eyes
We remove our hands and feet
We keep our ears for the journey
We’re told the sonics are unmatched
Our sky, our open cosmos of candles
Scoops us up off the dirt
And into its cold mouth
We are alone in the good night
The formation of after
Two glowing satellites
Star-white and shining
Zoë Etkin is a poet and doula, living in Los Angeles.
