For a moment
the silent
yet moving, pastel characters
caught my attention
Sun-kissed dry
hands moved
no more than mere millimeters
as they naturally would
Not even as
the hads
of the clock wound around
in the opposite direction
Stapled to the wall
the only decoration
besides black-stained furniture
even an un-made sleigh bed
Bringing my feet
backwards, my
back facing where, only a few
moments before, my face
Had been headed.
Out through
the lofty door frame, turning
the corner, midnight approaching,
No steadier pave
than this
one, I walked through a
stranger's empty, quiet house
Continuing now, the coolness
of dew collecting on outside
pavement met the souls
Of my pink feet
as they
caught the edges of an
ocean condensed into this
Sink hole the moderns
called a pool
Feeling as the frigid splashes
enveloped first my legs
On up to my
torso and finally
the rest sunk down in the dark,
salty waters, an army of kelp
Coiled around me
as the brown
hair cleared and showed
a face with hazel eyes
Completely open, a body
drifting by silently
as the kelp released me
like I was not wanted
anymore. Surging
me to the bottom
what once held these waters
as concrete phased my body,
In no way
as I easily
seeped through the microscopic cracks
like sand through a sifter
Back into warmth
fleece and cloth
wrapped tightly around me
still unmoving yet lying
The feet stop
familiar space
and sight and smells are
all original sensations
Automatically as my
head rolls
to the left, feeling the coolness
of the flipside of my pillow
