Samedi, le 24 mai 2008
I opened my eyes and found myself perched on a ledge
I looked down and could see nothing but the blue sea
My attempt to recollect how I had wound up here failed me
I looked up and faced the blue sky
Around me, the infinity of the ocean
I noticed that my wooden ledge had no support
I pinched myself; it hurt.
My ledge was suddenly thumped into the sea with a splash
And then, I had a strong wish for a pineapple
I turned my head and saw that floating beside me was a big pineapple
I reached out for it, but was swamped by water
I dived into the ocean
I dived deeper and deeper
Until I reached RED
I could see a red couch and red walls in a red room,
A red corridor leading to a red alley and then giving way to a red avenue
Filled with red buildings, red cars and red people
I turned around
A very large red mirror reflected the whole red world in twice its size
My reflection was white
I reached out for my reflection
And I found my hand rested on the bosom of a beautiful African woman
Embarrassed, I withdrew my hand
Clad in a green embroidered sarong, a white light cotton wrap around her chest and a bright red cloth turban, she smiled gently
I was now in a vast field of hay
Black women cultivated the field
The sun was shining bright and strong
The sweat of my body dampened my shirt
I thirst for water
I walked to a pond
I clawed my hands into the water and trusted the water into my mouth
In the middle of the pond, resting on a lotus leaf lay a frog
The frog croaked
“Give me that strawberry”
Perplexed, I looked at the frog
The frog nodded to my left - “Give me that strawberry”
I pinched myself; it hurt.
I grabbed the strawberry and put it down on the lotus leaf
“Frogs don't eat strawberries”, I said.
The frog swooped in the strawberry
“All you need to remember, is to breathe”, it said.
I looked at him perplexed.
“All you need to remember, is to breathe”, it repeated.
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
“All you need to remember is to breathe”, it wouldn’t stop repeating.
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
Whiteness
I looked down and could see nothing but the blue sea
My attempt to recollect how I had wound up here failed me
I looked up and faced the blue sky
Around me, the infinity of the ocean
I noticed that my wooden ledge had no support
I pinched myself; it hurt.
My ledge was suddenly thumped into the sea with a splash
And then, I had a strong wish for a pineapple
I turned my head and saw that floating beside me was a big pineapple
I reached out for it, but was swamped by water
I dived into the ocean
I dived deeper and deeper
Until I reached RED
I could see a red couch and red walls in a red room,
A red corridor leading to a red alley and then giving way to a red avenue
Filled with red buildings, red cars and red people
I turned around
A very large red mirror reflected the whole red world in twice its size
My reflection was white
I reached out for my reflection
And I found my hand rested on the bosom of a beautiful African woman
Embarrassed, I withdrew my hand
Clad in a green embroidered sarong, a white light cotton wrap around her chest and a bright red cloth turban, she smiled gently
I was now in a vast field of hay
Black women cultivated the field
The sun was shining bright and strong
The sweat of my body dampened my shirt
I thirst for water
I walked to a pond
I clawed my hands into the water and trusted the water into my mouth
In the middle of the pond, resting on a lotus leaf lay a frog
The frog croaked
“Give me that strawberry”
Perplexed, I looked at the frog
The frog nodded to my left - “Give me that strawberry”
I pinched myself; it hurt.
I grabbed the strawberry and put it down on the lotus leaf
“Frogs don't eat strawberries”, I said.
The frog swooped in the strawberry
“All you need to remember, is to breathe”, it said.
I looked at him perplexed.
“All you need to remember, is to breathe”, it repeated.
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
“All you need to remember is to breathe”, it wouldn’t stop repeating.
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
“All you need to remember is to breathe”
Whiteness

2 Comments:
was it a Saturday night dream?.. I liked it - especially the African woman in the field...
it was actually a day dream...i got lost in thoughts while driving the crazy streets of pune...
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