Illustration: Bharati Varrier
Whiffs of air
whisper sweet nothings,
Life gently rocks in its chair,
A soft heave backward
reclining
to browse the distant skies,
A smooth lunge forward
dreaming
into the infinite horizon,
A sharp upturn
unawares
And the world is askew,
flipped right upside down.
[First published in Walking Is
Still Honest on November 27, 2014 (http://wishpoetrypress.com/2014/11/)]
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