The lightning came in twelve
wild lassos and whips lit the valley.
They called to the villager,
"Come with us, we will transform you."
She would be their thirteenth -
an omnipotent observer, a time traveler
she would know all but feeling.
Separate from creation.
"No, I will stay on earth. Weigh me down."
She transformed instead into a bird -
and hid the stars underground
before they were obliterated
with knowing, dulled by possession.