Respite

What the girl wanted was to sit still for an hour where the dark shone sweetly
in its own Bright, where things lay still and straight
beneath a certain weight
somehow put behind them in the New of day.

She wanted a good friend and a low song,
sweet grass and a warm Earth,
eyes closing as the stars above shot past
in ineffable, heavenly rhythm,
applauding always the Great, the Very Good.