And after all this to live with Mother again
wake for the reaping and
Lie docile for the ink-stroke of night
To run its hand over my sleep
I never thought it would be so easy –
The return, I thought:
The re-deployment, battle lines redrawn.
As children skipping home
By the growing blue shadows
Pick at the invisible seams of their clothes
Wondering if they had grown too big for them.
To return: to correct misinformation,
Deal medallion-bright justice –
The un-righted wrongs of yesteryear
Fixed now, here in the past, fixed
I thought to fight –
I thought, the lingering votary of magic,
The bombastic red poppy stays
For no distant, father, husband, sun.
It calls to fire;
burns only in shadow.
But maybe this:
Magic needs not announce itself
When it had and has been