The Fieldstone Review

Bat Mitzvah

(for Alexis)

The way the sun slants across
your breath-stained window, the way
a heart fills up with summer rain,
the way the moon rises at its jaunty angle,
tipping its hat, the way a certain
hand falls a certain way, filling
your eyes with longing. All these things
change as of today, opening themselves
up the way a flower reveals its sex
to the sun, the rain, the moon,
to the bee, its buzzing a stone
on your eyelids, pulling you down
to fathomless sleep in the arms
of a beloved you are yet to meet.
This way
               the world
                                turns to
its own bidding, flinging
your heart to the sky
like a promise.