Some time during
the night the world
softened and melted
dissolved into aether or
rolled up like
scenery removed.
I know it did because
I walked out
through early autumn
morning and I
saw that it was gone.
Only the nearest
newest things were
there and only just
like spiders’ webs and
like yellow leaves caught
lightly on deep grass.
Perhaps I should have
felt afraid of
nothingness
of grey distances all
shapeless unresolved
but it was so
cold and clean
like the dreams where you
relinquish something
old and done with.
And I knew that
light would thicken
coagulate into
earth and air and water
so I waited
and it did.
Fiona M Jones writes very short things. She has a star rating for fiction in the 2020 Tangent Online "Recommended Reading" list, but most of her work is flash/micro nature-themed creative nonfiction. Fiona's published work is linked to @FiiJ20 on Facebook and Twitter.