the Art in Heaven

 
Truth is a parent.

in Mother Nature.

in Father Time.

–in dynamic balance and

querulous coupling at best,

they’re meant to be understood as both—

best pair,

and best of spectrum.

a Sister of Soul—knowing

a renegade Big Brother—watching

this thrown together duo is dependent

contingent on one another,

and so relative

…

wheels in the sky—training

jigsaw peace of imperfection—puzzling

a seesaw—teetering

and you-you

returning…

2 family of stars,

2 hours

4 life,

2 won–

witch familiar is as individual as–

you.

and sure, you may cry: Uncle

(auntie Truth)

but you can’t duck Truth for long

…

the end

an unending end to itself.

©Karen Robiscoe