Hour 9_Weightless

I had been there for days
drunk with liquid
surrounded by it/
within it
never knew the ease of it
breathing there
not like holding your breath
and the choking sputter
when one second more
is too much
Weightlessness/float
the ease of the body
moving amidst other forms
no need for a cane here
no impediments
or cruel fractures in
my path
that bring danger
and fear of injury
The displacement of water
the placement of body:
a ceaseless dance of unending positions

When I emerge
I expect to look to a distant beyond
the busy dailiness of the city
continued unabated.
But it is not like this
I pop up
sudden and surprising
like an out of sight bottle
just uncorked
The city is spread below me
it is twilight
and I am perched on the edge
of a watery rooftop
many stories high
Lights are flickering on
as the city welcomes dusk
I slap my hair from side to side
glad in this wet clap
against skin

Above now
Not quite of land;
and of water –
now bounded
Breathing
in heaves
Lungs expectant
Watching
as the sky darkens.

2 thoughts on “Hour 9_Weightless

  1. I read and reread this poem! The whole poem is that one line ** a ceaseless dance… and the poem gives me peace even tho the sky darkens… it builds and creates a sweet gentleness. #Nandiya this is a special piece!

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