Reaching defies gravity
and blackberries rise to meet
your stained fingertips. Your face
stretches over the whole of the Ardeche.
You lie in the bed you refused.
In the late afternoon,
dusk stops itself, allows the world to lose
its apparent form.
Your mind peers out and rises to meet it,
gold parting your lips.
Isabel Haqqani is a developing poet based in Brisbane/Meanjin. Her work has previously been published in Cordite Poetry Review.