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
Image: iwona_kellie via Wikimedia
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