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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 10, Number 1, March 2016

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Marilyn Humbert
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia


Small Hours

breathing
slowly in and out
I steady
the rhythm
of my heart

How still the atmosphere is once I pierce the murky stratosphere. Stepping through the hatch is like waking in the silence of small hours.

My feet caress and kiss the earth. Each tread absorbed by the soil as long ago memories bubble to the surface in recognition of my return.

In the solitary light of the waning moon, frost gleams on foliage. The wind is mute. No rustling leaves carrying news.

There is no welcome.

snapshots
of my former life
trapped
in onyx shadows
waiting for sunrise

steel bars
of this rectangular cell
isolate . . .
stippled starlight
tousles my hair

beneath
the spotlight moon
I am lost
this silent longing
to return home

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