EARTHRISE

You rose,like a cloud that rose above a column of warmedand the red kites that rose through those thermals,you rose,like the ashes that rose from the flames that rose,and the air that rose from the base of those flames,you rose,like floribundas that rose from the soil and moisture,and the nutrients that rose to crown those plants,you rose,like the new houses rose from their foundations,and the community rose to commend the courageous,you rose,like the night workers rose as the nightingale sang,and the pious people rose to sing in praise of power,you rose,like the fists rose up in solidarity from the crowd,and the placards rose in protest and principle,you rose,like a mother who rose assuaged to feed her newborn,and a father who rose at night to calm his crying child,you rose,like a boy who rose taller than his last mark on the wall,and a girl who rose up to confront her tormentors,you rose,like a woman who rose from her chair for the final time,and the family and friends who rose to remember her life,you rose,like the encore of a resurrection,you rose as they rose like you rose.