She fell involuntarily
Slipping underneath
Like a crocodile head
The world was cool here
Cool and comfortable
Yet foreign somehow
Like well-fitting snakeskin
She hung there
Like a floating embryo
The currents took charge
Showing her about
Shapes shifted about her
First monochrome
Then technicolor
A whole movie unfurled
From this technicolority
On it went
With its
Eccentric direction
Captivating screenplay
The currents' hold loosened
Her back touched the surface
She bobbed there
Like a dead body
She turned suddenly
The movement so easy
The water had turned now
To smooth sand
She lay on her back
Eyes open now
Staring at the fog above
She then sat up
The ceiling fan broke
Into the familiar song
Like waves hitting the shore
In high speed motion
The dream slipped from her pupils
Like a dejected sun on canvas
She remembered not a thing
Only the residue of a feeling
Somewhere on her
On the hair of her arm probably
Or her eyelashes
She swung her legs
Down to the floor
Her feet met the chappals
The to-do list snapped open
Like an abruptly drawn bamboo curtain
Her foot began to rise
To step
Step into
The certainty of the day
-
Chandni Girija
April 16, 2021
Day 16 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
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