Companion poem by Claire Ensley

Awake.
A rustle, a snap
Footsteps and shadows and
Eyes
Seeing, unseen.

Pursuit.
Chasing or chased,
It's unclear. Running
Just run
Run
Run. Until
Tripping, trapped.

Your quest, sir?
Yes, a quest.
A quest and a map and a bear.
A dancing bear?
Twirls, too delicately
Faster. Faster, then fading.
Gone.

Falling.
Falling, sveltely.
Look-Raindrops!
Tiny gleaming globes
Falling too
Falling, faster
The ground-but no collision.

And light.
Asleep?
Light-Somewhere far?
No.
Watching lanterns
Through a glass darkly.
And seen face to face
They might be gods
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