Floating in the sky, hovering
in the water, blinded by
veil upon veil of iridescent
azure, cerulean, indigo;
Earth's steady breath tilts
the elements, and I sink
into the rhythm, the soothing
rise and sway, so that,
when a thrumming current
unzips the silence, my heart
dives deep and I rise,
ears prickling, expecting
something dangerous,
something swarming, or
stinging--not this
sun-struck gem buoyed by
the strata of afternoon heat,
hurrying from honeysuckle
to pine on a mission
of utmost importance.
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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