So many amoebas
Morning is a chlorine
glide over lines of tiles
a breath
plash at sky’s hem
strained light sparkling
like so many
amoebas. On the third
day God peered into
the bubbling
primordial ocean
prayed the misty dripping
cosmos cascade
and consolidate to labour
earth from mud. I reach
through
and through. My tide
laps at memory’s
celestial
edge. My body
still one elementally un-
split.
Hannah McCann (she/her) is an academic and writer based in Melbourne, Australia. She has published essays in Overland, Meanjin, and Sydney Review of Books, and poetry in The Vital Sparks, Abridged, and Meniscus Literary Journal, with forthcoming work in Westerly Magazine.
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