poem | and still, we stood

blue fabric lay strewn
across the still-warm earth
inside the hallows.

the wild bush still rustled
stirred by a breeze from the unseen.

in the distance
the horizon blurred into the surface
clouds trailing behind
like rolling blankets of fog.

and when the ends of sky and surface
reached for one another at the horizon
they rumbled deep.

the earth split open
and from beyond the bounds of day
the sky shattered like glass
its fragments swallowed down
into the earth’s ocean of amber light.

and still we stood.

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