Reception Down

untamed dark air
flowing across the night windows
rippling into the mouth
of our rumbling heat-pump
that labours to filter out
the scent of ice
on hedgehog spike
the musk of wind
on frozen reeds
the taste of steam
rising like a ballet
from the dark waters
while we wander dreaming
the atmosphere is swept
of outliers
of irregularities
of bristling pheromones
floating like sea mines
deleted messages
trying to reach us

Chris Parsons is a Christchurch writer whose work appears online and in print in various places including Blackmail Press, Landfall, Poetry New Zealand Yearbook, Shot Glass Review, Southerly and takahē.