Sublimity
The lake was a moon-dripped penumbral puddle
weighted with softly fluttering life, and so was I.
We held hands and sat on our secluded overlook, admiring the flickering water,
stars, lights from distant houses, and my quickening womb,
the connected buzzing linking us back
to when the universe was birthed, singing,
back to the pulsing of the first jellyfish in our primordial,
expectant world. And we breathed
in and out, in and out,
to that rhythm.
You said, Let’s stay here,
forever.
I quietly thought, we have already been here
for 37 epochs;
may our souls guide one another through every future lifetime,
so that when the world ends in fire,
our spirits rise entwined as fingers of steam
waltzing and twirling into the blackening expanse.
© Riley Dishner-Brown
Riley Dishner-Brown has an MS in English from Radford University and a BA in English from James Madison University. She lives in Virginia with her husband and two sons.
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