Divine Hangs Fire

She wakes early to catch life yawning

Waits for dawn to peak under the door

Time to check the pulse of the sun

Time to pull the curtains

Watch nature breathe

Cracking its slender limbs

In the early break of day

To wander lazily

Through the drawl of the afternoon

Clicking her heels past cracked glass

And dappled sunlight on the path

She hangs fire on the train to dusk

Digs her face into griefs shoulder

Waits for life

Its hisses and hums and

Wind howling past the window

Waits for life

With its weathered hands

To reach across the table

On an empty carriage

To look inside her crystal eyes

And wink