I float


A cloudless blue ceiling
Buoyed by liquid hands
Warmth imparted from a star
Butterflies dip and feed
Roosters bleat
I float

Full moon
Illuminates a black vault
Off a skin slick as mercury
Heels on golden sandstone
The banyan tree shivers
Gecko hollers
I float

Clouds rupture in the dusk
Strike and slap my face
Alone but not lonely
Lightning fractures
Thunder groans
I float

Indonesia October 2016

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Venita is a Melbourne writer, editor and doctor. She loves landscape, music, food and greyhounds. She has published microlit and short fiction and is working on two novel mauscripts.

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