St. Hedwig (patron of queens and a United Europe)

I had a dream about you

and the pines that have taken root

and the cups that rattle in the cupboards

and the sink that drips enough to make a bowl of punch

and the black cross that hums above the headboard of your bed

and the foot that grows cold after learning that you are, indeed, a woman king.

and the roses that fell out of your apron with the weight of the whole town in their petals.