Jessie Pengilly

I Am Leaving

Somewhere a moon rotates its white luminous form,
Drawing within the dark liquid the route for my leaving.
And so almost upon a shore, my body is gently withdrawn.

I feebly fight - pulling with me stones and grains of sand and little shells.
But here, there is nothing I can grasp,
No resting place upon which my memory can clasp her fingertips.

I roll back in submission to un-certainty.

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