Now as the sun, dipped into the depths
fallen toward darkness,
begins to climb back up
each notch of your spine
from her low angle across the sky,
as if from the underworld, yours.
Now perhaps we can, too,
do this returning from such depths.
Now our lips can part,
drink deep of that light returning,
slowly, say it is finished.
Now all my bones can, too,
come back together from these
years that broke.