The psychologist scours every fragment of foreign life
seeking some flame to call sentience.
Like some overeager foster parent
she searches for a resemblance, not meant to be,
looking to make this lush golden world
a part of her family. She composes treatises
on the crawling rocks & the herd mentality of the
bright flat leaf plants that migrate across
the rolling hills in search of ash & water.
In the shadow of a volcano
she tries to rewrite criteria
to justify making this world a partner
instead of one more coin in the coffer.
But her discipline is unrelenting
no matter how soft the bones that support it.