a midnight blue brocade saree waving in the wind
smothering something prodding at the surface from within
that eerie presence in the black of the night quieter than your conscience
I couldn’t get over the canvas-like impermanence of history’s faithful witness
how easy it was to love these currents without knowing their origins
how little the water could do for my thirst even if I drowned in it
-Tannisha Avarrsekar
Tannisha Avarrsekar 