A Stitch in Time

I could care less, with effort. But not much:
it's possible the sun peeked out that day,
but if it did I wasn't watching. And
the moon ignored me likewise; if she grieved
at all, she didn't show it. So when stars
blinked out like streetlights when the power's cut
I only shivered damply, unsurprised;
did I just see that? Watching for the flicks
to bounce back, normalizing; waiting for
the sky to right itself. And when it sank
and settled on my shoulders, a dark patch –

that didn't mean the sky was falling; no,
I'm not that consequential. It just meant
a pucker in the cosmos, one small hole:
And as it happened, I was under it.

Kathryn Jacobs

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