Your Midnight Rescue - Irimaso Shimwa Souvenir

Calliope, you sang!
Now Sisyphus’ stone is light!

A breath the trees used to beat me to,
and stared scornfully at my smallness all day,

now beds in my lungs.
I had started kissing my teeth

when the wind hurled through their many fingers;
until you played an inspired tune

that ripened the day, Calliope.
You sang about a turning back

that’d morph me into rain and ray,
and not a pillar of salt.

Calliope, you came!
I’m alive, Calliope!