I closed my eyes
and angels soared
great wings beating flapping
at the air
like four and twenty blackbirds
or a score
of fireflies
suspended
over a field of spring-green wheat
I closed my eyes
and a wave arose
transluscent towering
with a roar
that froze my heart still
I did not founder
did not drown but floated gently
over its crest
at rest
upon the liferaft of my breath
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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