portal

Stephen Jackson

Silverfish skate
the linoleum in moonlight
forcing its way
through the window
electrifying
a triangle, so luminous
it appears to be
a portal to another world
I tiptoe past
in stocking feet
so as not to disturb them

— a giant
cresting the horizon
for a moment,
nearly eclipsing
the pearlescent orb
they never
appear to notice, as they
go on skating
in their pond of light,
beyond a
forest of windblown dust.

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Stephen Jackson lives and writes in the mystical Pacific Northwest. Other work appears in The American Journal of Poetry, FERAL: A Journal of Poetry and Art, Impossible Archetype, Stone of Madness Press, and Wine Cellar Press, as well as on the 2019 International Human Rights Art Festival Publishes platform. @fortyoddcrows

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