Hiding in plain sight 


 
A child crashes into me on the pavement without batting an eye;
a bird passes so close, it touches the top of my head.
In my ignorance, I feel bliss.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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House of the double-headed ax

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The peace of an outdoor cafe
is like the medicine of a cool breeze to my mind,
blowing away monsters and cobwebs,
breathing life through month-shut windows,
opening closed wide.

Outstretched and uncurled,
my legs relax –
releasing my body,
leading my limbs…

away from the tight dark centre,
the labyrinth eye –

so that they might return to whence they came
way back in the beginning,
when day was day
and night was night.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Pea Soup

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The river today stagnates,
and the air around it is pillow-thick
and heavy like soup;

…the kind that comes in off the sea as mist
and swallows you
(and everything else that surrounds you)
up.

by Rebecca L. Atherton
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