• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 02

A Brief Moment In The Sun

a fragile goatsbeard drifter,
held together in a ball by
neighbouring parachutes,
waits patiently to float with the wind

grey clouds clears and a breeze appears
undulating like a sleepy tide
our fragile drifter lets her guard down
her plumose crown of hairs led astray
in every direction
the wind decides to sway

from above, she could see
her past neighbours settling in the open meadows
she ignores their cries of worry
and sails further into the unknown

she wanted
her brief moment
flying toward the sun
to last forever