By River Eliana Pengelly
Although it was our first ascent
we chose the route of most resistance
Beneath brown cardboard doors
you spoke of flowing rearward
From far below the surface
these things reflected differently
and to you our altitude meant little
I think you felt
the marching feet of wasps
and the mounting weight of smaller stones
when I poured you out
beneath the spruce
About the Author
River Eliana Pengelly is fascinated by the uncommon sources of wonder she encounters every day. Her poetry and artwork are an attempt at interpreting the unique blend of magic and cynicism those wonders evoke
