The McKinley Review Magazine

A Farewell

By: Martin Jee | Posted on: January 14, 2018 

On a midnight flight

to a country I don’t know,

The clouds slither by

like dark glaciers in an ocean of air.

I can see the desperate lights

of anglerfish down below,

hoping to catch a lonely soul

in the darkness.

Nobody will know what I am

in a land where nobody can speak to me.

Light cannot catch                            blind fish.

The moon, unblocked, casts itself onto clouds

melting them

into white frost

that drips down 
Below.

 

A Farewell was initially published by What Rough Beast