Sounding Line

It's impossible to

know what you hear out

there, if the cockatoos

carry across the water to

you: paper lanterns rushing

the leafless, rising branches

of the red gums, trunks

two-thirds submerged. And

it's barely perceptible when

you do move: a small pebble

cast from the boat, and then

another and another; the

tentative ripples stay close. I

can’t help but wonder if you

sense it too: the stillness of

the water; if you’re testing

the surface tension to see if it

would carry your weight if

you happened to step out.

Megan Coupland

Megan Coupland lives and works in South Australia, on Kaurna land. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in various publications including Island Online, Cordite Poetry Review, Meniscus, Westerly and Issue: A Journal of Opinion.

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