Summer solstice just past,
and Sirius, the star of Isis,
rises invisible in the morning.

The sun’s immense gold rays
wilt the flowers to announce
the time Isis mourns the loss

Of her soulmate. Her torrent
of tears floods the delta. Ever
these dog days bring me to

My knees begging for mercy.
No sooner do I cry out wild
on the wind then he goes.

Tears roll down my face,
waiting, wet, hot with salt
and salvation.