SISTER (PART TWO)

The sky belonged to me
for all the years you held
the shoreline, kicking sand
up as you danced the signal
that meant I was flying too far,
and now that you are silent,
I wonder where I am
when I sail into the clouds,
and wonder at the sunshine
reflecting from the broken water
on the rocks; and I ask the silence:
“Does the sky now belong to you?”

 

By Heidi Turner