The water laps
the bedroom bedside table
postcards & letters
float by as if
that was how
they were delivered
photographs pushed this
way & that
by invisible currents
as if the people in the picture
had escaped the boredom
of the family album
and forsaken their quiet life
for a life beyond
what they could have ever known
...now lie becalmed again.
A stranded cat
snarls at the water’s touch
which laughs
at the rag doll crying for help
in a parallel universe.
The ordinary day to day
bric-a-brac
transcends
these
the unordinary moments
dancing surreally
with this dream of water
...this dream...of...water.
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