I’ve been noticing how,
when even the smallest
bit of light comes through,
everything starts
to melt—
I’m not saying
we should try
to build some wild
contraption that might force
all these clouds into moving,
but perhaps
we could put ourselves
out there in the field,
naked as we can stand,
so that whenever
that ray does come
our hearts
and all those walls
we’ve built around them
are ready.