Orientate

A woman, or a girl, hooded and hiding, may pensively gaze down at the sun, or a sinking stone. Or a man, not a boy, neither hooded nor hiding, may, in her stead, gaze, ecstatic, upward at the corner of the mystery. A crawler on the oceans floor may cling as an ocean crawler would, sucking up whatever remains from the feeding frenzy above. Or a larger beast may extend its armoured frame upward and arch its back to swallow the sun, or a sinking stone. A jester, or provocateur, laughing quietly, is surely nearby, suspended upside down for now, he, too, will change with the change. Stones cast off, or scrupulously gathered, and the bleeding edge of enigma, may change or remain the same, we won’t know until we turn. 17th April 2019