Midnight Sun
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
If you ask me how he draws me
with his silver wire through the furrows
of my life, and its places in the air,
how he suddenly appears every time
I go far afield, and how he shines his way
into the little anatomies of my day-to-day,
you know very well I will confess to not
having a clue; but, if you ask me
to hazard a way to describe such love,
it would be safe to say: “wild, nearly reckless.”
Why he doesn’t leave me, why I am
the apple of his eye, why he is
my midnight sun, the only answer
I can come up with is this:
I am his little sister, and his Father has given
him charge over me, and he accepts
this onerous task, and will stick to his last
to take me home.