Temple

The tiled floor is cool on my feet 
as I carefully step forward 
into the kiss of a gentle breeze -
knowing I could choose to feed 
myself to red sky or walk
right off the edge of the world. 
Instead, I pause behind 
steel-framed glass  
to watch the shadows 
dissect my body, 
making parts of me
a temple to the last of the sun,
and I worship her 
like she worships me. 
I don’t need anything else 
but this moment 
right here 
where I am in control 
and learning to love again.