She Rises Then: prologue to The Floating Harbour
I give voice to her name again, though I do not shift my gaze.
I give voice to her name again, though I do not shift my gaze.
Cities in parallel, blended; the nearer past and ancient times.
Told through tense interpretation, their tales light the night and meet the morning.
A day about the harbour. A night around a fire.
Momentum felt as sep’rate moments: such is time.
Written between January 2016 and June 2019.
A river, there, reflects the moment.