Red Sky

A birthday gift.
A poem I wrote for my sister, Sky.

Red Sky

You and I
We are a ball of fire
Or the aurora borealis
Or the silver linings on the clouds
We are what we want to be.

We are both the heart and brain.
Not either of the two, for each of us,
But both.
But they’ll never see that.

Should we impute it to their ignorance?
Why see us as one—an entity,
When one and one make two—
You and I?

Do not importune them to understand
And not to compare us, for we are not alike.
Do not let them mulct us of our being
By always wanting to take you against me,
Or me against you.

You and I.
Inseparable, but never one.
Not five minutes
Not a million grains of sand
Nor plains and seas
And their cold hearts
Could take that away.
We’ll stand together, side by side,
As we always had--
You and I.