on that day, with the sun
streaming broken golden
through fairy-dust motes,
my sister and i, we
danced a dance with
trembling limbs, arching
our backs as if we knew
just what we were doing,
raising, curving arms in
supplication, as if we believed
in something higher and
infinitely more wonderful
than two girls waltzing
to the sound of the world
falling down around them.