It’s a life, they say:
don’t sorrow, look straight
into the eye of the sun.
Someone will hold
your head in their palm
when you give yourself
to that indigo expanse.
Salt and metals; bismuth,
calcite, lanthanum,
fringed with the deeper
origins of rain. Remember
to tuck a bronze coin
in each palm before
the craft starts moving
and you skim the surface
with outstretched hand.