Out-of-body experiences
are said to be like this: a bright
corridor
whose infinity of light spreads
across water
in ripples of diminishing red
towards a richness
of setting sun.
Barefoot among rock-pools,
I feel contentment
here on this west-facing shore,
watching
my summer skim away
as, over waves,
a thrown stone
dances.
Richard Fleming
This poem first appeared in The Man Who Landed, as part of A GUERNSEY DOUBLE, a joint collection with poet, Peter Kenny.
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