grey

mumblings low

as if lost

the clouds hesitant grey as if

holding          their breath grey

walls shifting imperceptibly          as if     lost

in a trance                  almost

out of breath

spinning

letting go their arms legs hands stretching upwards

as if

where the head         once attached

now detached as if

floating          almost swallowed

engulfed by grey

walls shifting

as if unable to hold

thoughts        almost as grey

mumblings

grow louder

as if in spate

well almost                the river grey

waves lending muscle lending shoulder lending voice

rising as if

about to burst banks

bending

curving its grey

waters spilling over

as if

about to first drown itself

then

the skies

as if

…

Naveen Kishore, publisher Seagull Books and photographer.