
Flux Magazine
"Meadow Planet" by Kajsa Palacios
There’s a rolling grass sea somewhere on the surface.
Full of sextant blades,
angled just accurately enough.
They measure how many bolts of silk it takes
to stitch into a sail
and take to the air.
They measure how many ribbons of gossamer I need
to catch the breeze
and how many days it takes to meet you there.