Poem
Icarus at Kurraba Point
by Judith Bishop •
To touch death in this manner: if our fingertips could pierce
that airless element, the body
breathing calm within its envelope of gas …
Morning took me to the jetty.
I saw the moon jellyfish pulse toward the air:
as their edges broke that barrier, the briefest spark appeared.
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