Night Flight
The moment
I knew
my mother was leaving—
no word, no signal,
just a slight shift
in the staff's routine,
moving through
the dim quiet
of the critical room;
tending machines,
securing trays,
smoothing blankets,
quietly closing the blinds
on a life,
while the world
ghosted below
in darkness.
Sunday 1st September 2024 2:26 pm
First Steps
I wake
earlier than usual,
padding gingerly across
the dusty, sunlit
pine floor
toward the kettle
and the promise
of the morning fixer.
I wait,
gazing through the steam
at the hazy dawn.
Some are already awake,
their shiny black caps dipping
in and out
of the glimmering waves.
One already stepping
onto the shore—
the evolution of the species;
it ...
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