Sunday, February 11, 2018

Her White Whale (Day 389)


shaking her head at the modern world’s distaste 
for promises, she vowed instead to pursue her 
White Whale deep into the indigo mystery

to that end, eyes wide open, she dove headlong
into an icy pool of stars, and broke the surface 
again in a shimmering burst of breath and water

later, sinking into the multi-layered depths of midnight,
she found herself wondering if she wanted to 
awaken from the liquid solitude of dreamless sleep

but a ghostly fluke, like mermaid hair, beckoned, 
and she leaned into the sweet awareness of loving
the precious freedom of being neither here nor there 



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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