Sarah Meehan
Short-sighted.
Relies on its glasses.
Brings close the trees.
Can’t get them into focus.
Tilts the lenses side to side.
Catches a blur of bird.
Rubs the glass with a leaf cloth.
Spreads the smudge.
Brings close the clouds
smeared to mist.
Misses the duck heading for it,
having found a place to splash-land its jet.
Smash!
Picks through the shards,
piecing them together,
librarian mending a silence.
Brings close the moon.
The small, round moon.
Perfectly white. Perfectly clear.
Sarah Meehan lives and writes on Jinibara land (Sunshine Coast, Australia). Her work has appeared in The Australian, Mslexia, Crannóg, Poetry Scotland, Rochford Street Review, Cordite Poetry Review, Northampton Poetry Review, The Marrow, Live Encounters, Skylight 47, Botanical Anthology and Saving Ourselves: An Anthology Advocating for Women & Girls.
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