The underside of night
and I am throwing away boxes
that held pieces of my old life
and there you are,
as I’m tiptoeing back from the dumpster
careful to hop over the puddles that gather
to the terra cotta steps that lead me to new.
You are straddling the rooftops
bringing to me a punchy light
watching me as I stare up into your vulnerability.
Now you are the action hero
sandwiched between two buildings
risking your life to save the victim
Now you are the kitchen maiden
holding up her skirts as she walks to the privy
squatting over dignity
Now you are the normal
the everyday warrior
toppled from your pedestal stamp on the sky
shoehorned into the sliver I can see.
Now you are again my Orion
a constant backdrop to my altars
a wink to the fathers of my youth
peeking in to check on me
and watching as I stare into my vulnerability.