Friday, March 8, 2019

On waking from an afternoon nap (Day 779)

Falling upward   toward a glaze 

   of light rippling on the surface

rush of silence  vast  wind in my ears

   shhh   can you hear their whispers 

   through the walls    vague music 

   in the sweep of water through the pipes

   someone is dancing  release the wheel

limbs flailing   inefficient strokes 

   of an inexperienced swimmer   

shimmering disc now nearer  brighter  

distorted sound a song of Sunday 

   morning bells drawing me   

   heart first   back arched   into 

a searing burst of lucid afternoon

and soon I breathe

and soon I see

and the whispers are receding

and the music is silenced with a touch

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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