In the quiet, the corners twist
and bend,
shadows creep like smoke,
too slow to catch,
too fast to trust.
I feel them—
figures that don’t belong,
half-seen at the edge of my vision,
too solid to be tricks,
too strange to be anything,
but something other.
The light flickers,
and they’re there again,
just beyond reach.
I hold my breath,
but the room feels smaller now
the air thicker,
as if the wal...
Don’t let yourself float away to the moon,
or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom—
the quiet colours, the soft sway of time,
hidden in the earth, in the rhythm of the climb.
Up there, the stars might sing you to sleep,
but down here, the world is awake,
its whispers tangled in the wind’s embrace,
telling you to stay, to remember, to take....
As the seasons start to change and the lake freezes over, Delilah makes a habit out of wandering out on the frozen water. She never understands why she does it, but there is something always calls out to her. This year the feeling is stronger than any other year. As she goes farther out on the lake she feels a hum in her bones, something vibrating as she seemingling gets closer to whatever the des...