Solar

space never seems to

            be an issue

the clouds tighten their

hold on the sun

not even letting her set

they ask her how there

could be too little space

in her universe

            preposterous

she can’t grow

all the green traps her

in the sticky clouds

            so far down

            the way she used to be

but inside, she fizzes

she bursts

she burns brighter

than ever, but the

clouds make sure her light

illuminates no eyes

but what can she do?

she chose to be the center

to let the clouds hold her

and love her

and as quietly as they float

through the sky

            aimless

she would wander about

            observant

she never expected

            to wish for anything

            different, but

everything grows

and maybe it’s  time to

            let the clouds float as they please

            (they can hold the shy moon

            with whom she shares her light)

            let her world go

an indigo abyss greets the sun

with glittering lights

and she knows in her rapidly firing

core that

there’s nowhere to go but up.