Monday, February 11, 2013

No Exit (Poem A Day Project)

On this late afternoon, a yearning overtakes me
when only my eyes and nose stay dry as islands
in a plenitude of liquid and heat,
all the rest submerged,
thighs bobbing, hair spiraling 
like seaweed.

The radio makes noises my flooded ears
have lost sense of, 
steamed skin, cooked bones.

I feel a self disperse, float high
into insubstantiality, into delight
into the last drops of density 

light the window with haloes,
push gently against the glass
ready to make a graceful farewell 
when there's a knock
on the bathroom door, 
a chill in the water
and the noises from the radio 
make perfect sense again.