when the flies create a chaotic storm around my head and mess with my thoughts with buzzing white noise static, when the dust gets into my eyes and my mouth is parched and desperate for a reprieve, i trudge climb and clamber towards the pool of water; as the midnight blue comes into the clear i feel excitement grow within this sack of exhaustion. i plunge, a rapture of relief. all is still, enveloped by cool and quiet.
as the noise in my head clears, a sole mermaid’s song rises within me and calms my mind into a single thread.
i sit awhile with the water and the exhaustion slowly melts away, leaving me hollow. the occasional ripple breaks the monotony, reminding me i’m not fully alone. this is the closest i can get to being in a weightless void. i’ll savour it.
empty again, i get up. i must move on. tomorrow we start over.
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