📷: Arjun Seth
Sometimes I Dance (from Within My Illusions) Sometimes I dance in the moonlight, Soft in my skin, Fluid on my feet. Limbs brush through the cool night air, Painting new maps In this territory between earth and sky. Sometimes I linger in the rain, As though its liquid would seep into my pores To replenish me. Languid. The weight of the water pulls me down, Holding me in a space Where I can’t help but remember. Sometimes I bask in the sun, Dressed in black and too warmly for the weather, Absorbing as much heat as I can stand As my left arm stretches up And over the back of the chair. Face tilts up. Eyes close. I lift my feet off the ground, extend my right leg, And that movement sets me gently rocking. Cradled in the perfect balance of motion and stillness, A thought arises: I only wanted to stop my soul from dying; I never imagined what it would feel like To live.