Red Lake

Sirius owns the Nile
and all the stars before Egypt,

the hot moments here are like midnight
with your eyes closed,
so you'd never know if the stars decided
to come to rest.

The moon that lets its tides run wild,
then laments when they cannot be found,
loving the truth of gravity when it agrees,
and dismissing it when it does not,

I inspect the letters of the words you
write over a red lake,
Its symbols smile upon the sky,
the heartbeat desires here,

someone who does not get what the want from others
is disappointed,
the wasp has entered the apple and found
red beating at its center,
no turning back,

when life reaches its afternoon
the edges are supposed to smooth away,

the sun sears the day incrementally,
the morning is only a staging ground,
Life will branch and age,
agreements will be broken.