My Daughter Chases Orion

Past the purple haze of the stolen night, I witness

my daughter kissing the stars. I watch Orion light up

as her fingers trace his belt. She’s glowing, wide-eyed,

activating under his unwavering gaze. Rain falls

but they don’t stir. They are falling, too, I see.

The loose swing of her hips as she sways, singing

promises into the sticky darkness. She cries out, but

when I turn to find her, they are barefoot, laughing,

slick with rain. He swings her around by her waist

and they spin. She is orbiting him.

I watch her eyes close as she begins to rise.