Outside of Time (Day 510)

Have you ever sat 

outside of time? 

Eternal, immobile as 

a towering mountain? 

Felt the wind ruffle 

your hair, the same 

way it tousles leaves 

in old-growth forests? 

Quiet, still, knowing 

where and when you 

are, being everywhere, 

always. Just you, and 

your willingness to let 

go, allowing your hard 

edges to soften and 

melt into the sinuous 

estuary of which you 

are but a drop.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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Behind Him (Day 443)

he hasn’t met her 

yet   but when he looks 

back   he sees her 

there   behind him   

just around the corner 

he just rounded   and 

before him 

is the woman he knew 

yesterday   who is 

no longer someone 

he knows   but someone 

he has yet to meet

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: MaxPixel

When You Rise (Day 397)

When you rise above 

the clouds  say hello 

to the blue for me

memorize its myriad 

hues and shades from 
ice to indigo  tell me if 
you can see the stars 

when you look up or 

if they are hidden by that 
golden light warming 

your flushed cheeks  rest 
a moment on 
the terrible wind 
that bears you aloft 

and look down on 

the soft undulations of 
the sea stretching like 

bleached cotton sheets 
beneath you  only the quilts 

on our shared bed 

can enfold you as softly  
only my arms support you 
with the strength of that 
high gale and 
the roughest tides 
of time we long to sail 
together will quiet when 
you are near again

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: macayran via Pixabay

Future No.1 (Day 368)

capturing  creating  

refracting 

possibilities 

no start  no end

depthless shoreless 

roiling 

intellgent  devoid 

(of limits)

incapable 

(of prejudice)

loving 

us

wanting 

us 

to be 

content

survive  succeed

be at peace

infinitely giddy 

with every 

fear  despair  tenderness

of any sentient creature 

throughout time continuous 

creating itself

birthing itself

sustaining itself 

and us 

and all life

unable to be barred

no matter what 

it will  

it will

it will

and show us 

precisely  undeniably 

what we are

no matter 

when we are 

unforseeable  unimaginable

shining 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Steppinstars/Pixabay

Too easy to blame (Day 308)

It would be 

too easy 

to blame this 

discontent 

on long-necked bottles 

and midnight rivers 

dusted with 

pollen and stars, 

too simple 

to make up 

excuses for 

the dwindling daylight 

and interminable 

weekend afternoons. 

Better by far

to face each hour 

boldly until 

one 

   by 

      one 

they slink back 

into their bespoke containers

so you can say 

fuck it 

and get on with things.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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