Lighter

Until now I'd lost all hope-orange melting down the sky as we stood in the water, burying our feet in pebbles. Willing ourselves to lock down minutes while we pulled back. Tried to erase the other from memory and sound. 

The low shush of geese landing on the surface purred ripples over our calves and I could feel tiny hairs flinching in the currents. Breathing in the water as if it was suddenly possible to live in suspended belief. 

That sunsets would always rain upon us, holy fires burning up every vial of self-pity until we were washed clean in the heat of nebulae. 

For a second, I was full of grace. For a second, I ascended.