I know you’d like to share your sky with me.

The photos are incriminating.

But I’ve just discovered my genealogy.

I come from a long line

Of sky people, and the sky

Is rightly mine.

I’m inclined to share,

But because it hasn’t been fair for years

For so many reasons

I’m also inclined to guard the sky

And all it’s seasons hoggishly.

I must summon all my power to be kind.

I must use all my strength to find it in me

The sincerest forms I hold of gentleness and equanimity.

For my grandmother spoke to me

In riddles and prophetic mysteries,

But now I see it was for such a time as this, 

An opportunity to be correct and true,

And maybe even share the sky with you.

-jenn