Floating
rising up from your subconscious realm
slick circling, a golden-orange halo dawning
finned mystic, come to listen
as I sit upon my praying stone
I name my fears and sorrows
beheld by your iridescence
little fish, in your travels
have you felt the greater resonance?
will you tell me how to navigate
the deepest, darkest waters?
I swim in dappled sunshine
as clouds drift across my sky
both of us floating
gazing upon each other
with curiosity and wonder
from either side of rippling glass
Victoria Twomey is living in
New York State, USA. Her poems appear in Sanctuary Magazine, BigCityLit, PoetryBay,
Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Verse-Virtual, and
The Agape Review.