Dusk in Her Place

I married the
sunset

when I realized
that the half-carved sun
would dip precariously
into my outstretched hands.

I kissed the rain
goodnight

as it fell
into evening
and told it the story of my life
as a fairytale.

I gave birth to the
moon

called it a lonely child
and I placed the stars
beside it
so it would be taken care of.

I let my feet sink into the
still earth of my mother’s
decision
and I wondered
what it was like