Poems from Nanaimo

Verse de la Nuit Out of Orbit

Phase One

Sticky notes posted in dark
  the moth’s wings
  dusting the night

Phase Two

The water always peaking somewhere,

afar,

reaching for more liquidity.

Last Phase

The moon, myself: out of orbit,

a silver fish drowning in some god’s mouth.

©lidice megla. Nanaimo, 2018