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
Photo: Hole of the Priest, Parque Nacional dos Campos Gerais, by Danielfotografo
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