Apologies for not writing. No excuses. But, I’m back now. I wrote a couple of drafts.
Wilkinson’s beige shelves bone empty
Picked carrion clean
Gauze-like calm, opaque and shimmering
covers everything. This cloud refuses to lift.
Looking out on my last class, I am afraid.
My students have helped me to forget this
But now, I am as afraid for them as I am of what will happen next
I cannot let them know this, so I smile – wish them well.
As the last of them leave, I feel myself slip into darkness
Feel the chill of cryofluid,filling my tank.
We are all together drifting on this sullen sea
Unsure of what strange new worlds await on the other side.