July 2019

On the Way to Avalon

July 29, 2019by DyAnne Korda

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Rose, Kasia and I float on mist and silence

framed in muted greys and browns.

While rowing our wooden boat,

Rose hums melodies to accompany

intermittent groans from the oar locks.

Our breathing follows the boat’s sway,

slooshing through big water. Damp breezes,

the scent of fish, sponge our skin.

There is no horizon and we drift so long

that time is unconcerned. Kasia removes

a bowl from her rucksack; she offers me its

red berries. Their bright color, bold

in the twisting fog. Kasia smiles

as she places the fruit upon my tongue.