She lashes out at her stars in the middle of the night because they are too bright
I sit in the middle of a pond and ponder this
Why so sullen until now, little girl?
Why so violent the outbursts?
In hue of rumination and forestalling the future
I put out my fire at the bottom of the pond
And make wonder appear, if I could do so easily, as easily as I could
She will wonder, too
Why her dimly lit sky
Was not there sooner