Day 29 #prompt: mediative #napowrimo

But then,
then, then, then, then,
a poem on my cheek
has sliced off and fallen
into the rinse of fleeting breeze

I open one pebble eye,
and there—
Yes, there

Do you see it?
A single bird perched
in the centre of all light,
light as it diffuses against the knifed building

Light like foam
enters my sleeves, my empty, empty
knuckle of pastel skin

The orange tree has its
invisible tongue lapping
around my neck, my emerald

ears, my jewelled, brown chest

I announce that I am rather happy
and a song bird
flies right atop the dreaming leaf

Sipping each shade of yellow
it can seek
I announce that I am rather happy

and collapse
Yes, collapse; right there, right
here on the ochre ground

The sky is a bleached blue
and it is whistling
There is an endless whistling

and I think I’m swaying inside it
Dead bumblebees lie beside me,

the night has shot them free
The sky is a bleached blue

and I lie on my pencil neck,
slipping into the soil’s lilting being

©️ Aakriti Kuntal

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