When The Sun Is Slow To Rise

These broken nights are followed by
fractured mornings when Apollo’s chariot drags behind the darkness,
yet comfort is found in the court of Artemis
with her nightly chase on a lake of gleaming white stone.

Apollo, I wait for you in this night of volcanic glass and burnt realities
to find respite in the light of the moon
with Gaia beneath my feet
as the only semblance of solidity to stand on