fly
by Mandy Gibson
she perches on the glassy surface naked
alabaster glisten
ochre sky reflection
satin strands of hair, face hidden
only her skin breathing low
she runs barefoot on sand
tide covering footsteps like lava
the blue/green/black stone of the cape
calls her in
wet shining rock in a cry she rises
like spray to the surface, vaporises
disappears in the dark
her dress, caught on the breeze
lands alone
