Affinity
The ball rolls from pain
as its popped from its socket,
called home by its mother,
a woman with sorrow for having a child.
refusing to keep light out
for it stands to remind
just as oceans with chains
tell you how to exist.
the flock holds together
but can never remember
and calling for closure, it glances at neighbors.
approval is all that it needs for now
but with no ground to stand on it kneels at its heels.
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