POEM

Malsawmsang 1

Waves

Golden grains shift beneath my feet

molding around each step.

Footprints trail behind my straight path,

an imprint I leave without looking back.

Light tendrils of hair fly around my face

flowing in time with the breeze.

Tiny droplets of water carried through the air

landing on exposed skin.

Bright, cloudless sky turning dark.

Pink, orange, peach colors receding down.

Disappearing behind where the sky touches the sea,

where air meets water.

White, foaming water glides across bare feet,

soaking sand on the shore.

Pulling itself away from the loose land

back out into the deep blue.

Pushing and pulling

Back and forth

Up and down

Constantly moving

White, blue, aqua, teal, green

crashing against itself over and over

flowing up onto the sand.

Tunnel

Darkness surrounds every side

so thick that no shape is visible.

A blanket of shadows

the only thing around.

Smooth, curved walls

the only thing around.

Hands brush along them

following their path.

Echoes of footsteps bounce around on the walls.

Casting noise from every direction.

The air is still, stale

so far away from the surface.

Shadows begin to recede

Outlines start to form

Light

finding its way through the blanket of dark

Hand slides off a corner of the wall.

Blinding light replaces the dark.

Stale air turns fresh.

It’s the end of the tunnel.

Night

Deep, midnight blue sky

void of any sunlight.

Slightly lit by the moon

rather than the star.

Millions of little lights

randomly dot the world above,

dancing and glittering around

the bright circle in the sky.

Street lights turn on

casting orange, yellow glows on the ground.

Showing day turning to night.