Solace

I watch my flailing arms in troubled waters: 
an ominous art house horror,
 a film still in flickering corners,
 framing miracles in the sky. 
Bubbles of wonder strike again,
 as my weight shifts and lifts me
 to a window to another end.
 In one blinking blip of madness, 
 my body leaves its shell shaped sadness. 
As it ripens for disruption 
and waits patiently to be enchanted.
 The moon is floating in the same stone cold water, 
watching me too.
 Let us be quiet together,
 until the tides of relief turn danger into chance.
 As if we were on the brink of extinction,
 and this was our last dance.

by Stephanie Teng