The Science of Faith
The sky hangs brittle and exhausted.
She stands frozen in basalt.
All arms and elbows,
angles of irregular dreams.
She is magma turned stone
and wishes it were not so.
The hard-packed ground cracked beneath her.
Thick dust chokes bent double prayers.
Petition the heavens.
Beg the Gods for answers.
Return to the silence so akin to home.
These days her pleas are an averted disaster,
a volcano arrested mid explosion.
The heart a petrified forest.
Abandoned and left to the wind.