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.