still, on the ark
Yap Xin Yi
We look for an answer in the wavering river
where the distant ducks tell time
where the early moon stutters.
Lonelier than watery echoes
these circling thoughts steal closer—
abandon, outrun, relinquish.
Let go the moments that linger like shadows.
Up. And go. Up, and forgo.
Will I go back
to who I was?
This vast silence. Nothingness.
Watch. Listen. The waves are too still;
my heart is too ambitious.
In the spent hours our edges warp
to dissolve in the waters.
Lost in our anxieties is the drunk river
and the drowned moon.
About the Author
Xin Yi is currently in the pursuit of fulfillment. She loves every shade of blue and enjoys learning a little more than what she knew yesterday. You can find her moseying along https://daybreakandtheuniverse.wordpress.com blogging about poetry, photography, and life. Her works were published in the All in! Snackable Fiction Anthology 2017 and the Write the World literary journal.