Gillian Swain - #34 - cool late

this night is water
clear dry blue dark
cricket cicada sleek calls
flying fox   silhouette
chill   you forgot to dress
for   cool late
this night is
water slick
still light   slips through 
from way up 
you know it's as far away
as where sound   ends
even breath   glides all
the way   there
is no such thing
as silence