Megan Johnson

Nocturne 2

Benched craze of the wool heart,
pulse in the leg reminiscent, rescued.

My urgent miscellaneous to do is
the kite sweeping our heads is the

waiting shoulder. How long has the lake
shimmered in touch, finds itself missing

while I cover my territory, returning
the gifts one by one, flowers on tightrope

in place. Again for you I wait, a
fault line. Stepping into the emergency

like lightning-struck child, the list so long
our bodies cannot stretch & make due.

I can only catch an honest eye temporarily,
the sand lapping rocks which you name.

The blue photograph I trace to the sun
& the mist you wear worn only by me

is a lingering held breath
the fragrance of fear which is home.

 
Poetry
Hinemoana Baker (audio)
James Brown (audio)
Rachel Bush (audio)
Jen Crawford
Emily Dobson
Megan Johnson  
Andrew Johnston
Stefanie Lash
Anna Livesey
Stephanie de Montalk
Marty Smith
Elizabeth Smither
Cath Vidler
Sue Wootton
Sonja Yelich

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