Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Alone in the water (Day 643)


Alone in the water   patient darkness 
stretched like a canvas behind 
a skyful of western stars   she became
a dolphin   eyes squeezed shut she circled 
and crossed   riding undulating currents   
confident her well-imagined ‘sonar’   
That this worked  she assumed was 
irrefutable proof of a mysterious 
cetacean heritage   Never once did she 
entertain the possibility that   having spent 
years in this perfect turquoise world   
its kidney-shaped contours and dimensions 
were etched indelibly on her brain 
and (in all likelihood) she was 
constitutionally incapable of colliding 
into its abrasive concrete walls 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Mingyue H/Pexels