anhedonia

Anhedonia

sounds like a Greek god

but it settles in like

a conspicuous lack of feeling

while watching the cool 

winter moon climb up over

a black sea

 midnight air

 smells of 

fresh rainwater colliding with

acrid saline,

silver curves

the expected beauty
sharp with ozone

meeting my face and yet

instead of indulgence

(entirely plausible)

I feel only
the very real emptiness
between objects.

photo and words by Nellyda Anslow