23 April 2018, Category: poetry
Under an all-consuming sun
I was melting into a puddle,
ignoring the illusion of structure
and returning to liquid again
Muscles and bones became water.
I knew in time I would seep
into the welcoming earth
or else evaporate into a cloud.
I tried to grab my arm
to pinch myself, but useless
fingers flowed into waterfalls,
denying the last escape.
So panic left me as steam.
As the last of me dissolved
I became calm, like the surface
of a lake on a still day.