Thursday, June 29, 2017

Like a Hiss (Day 162)


Shhh… Listen 
closely. Be still
and wait. Can you 
hear it? The whoosh
—or is it more
like a hiss,
or a sigh—a stroke
of air, dark and 
clear. Can you 
feel it blowing 
against your face, 
lifting fine hairs 
off your neck 
and temples, 
where salt crystallizes 
when your fiery
skin cools? There 
is an opening, wide
and fading to pitch 
blackness, a gaping
maw, like the mouth 
of a cave, or 
a dragon, exhaling 
and inhaling at 
the same time, a gasp 
of hunger, or an aching 
breath of vast relief.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six


PhotoHole of the Priest, Parque Nacional dos Campos Gerais, by Danielfotografo