Alive, Still Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

I was sleeping
Like a turned fish on an empty stream
My limbs were quiet
As quiet as the eyes, no where to look
For a speck of moving life
Or the silhouette of a basking shark
Tired from worth


I was still alive
At least my gasping self belief
Floating for breath in the still air
Could be heard, if you noticed

But almost dead, like an amphibian
On land protruding with an agenda
On the water still as a turned fish
What intentionality what purpose
Did I touch

Not much air inside
The outside is whole
The fish inside me will flap
The tail for one more time