A Consolation
There was something
around twilight: a
consolation of trees.
We moved through the air
seeking comfort. That
old oak dropped
its helicopters at our feet.
We were in debate about
a stability of sound –
could there be one?
We moved through
the spiked grove. Surely
bees nestled there
without our prior consent.
That helicopter, falling
became our reference for light.
Michalia Arathimos is a Greek-New Zealand author. She lives in Wellington where she is completing a PhD in Creative Writing at the International Institute of Modern Letters, and writing a novel.
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