Hour of bright & dim; such stillness you could
skate, crack to beneath –Circling out, not yet dark
enough to watch
traces of universe, blinking down. Onlythe glimmer & still. One last swerve & you
are returned,the view softly
frozen overat your back: lanterns & palms &
the sheer-seeming drop of grass & stair –Water as though it might hold you
on your feet, figurine-like & turning.
Jo Langdon
Landing
1 August 2016