a cobalt-curated calm

a cobalt-curated calm

By Maryam Hedayat

The water,

Pulses , drags , distils.

Pools the world into a momentary allusion 

Wrinkling the images above and pulling at the planes of the sky.

The water calls,

My body unfurls beneath

The soft , rhythmic beat of its gentle blue.

My fingers collapse to its sound 

And Lift the waves like wrinkled sheets.

The water pillows down,

The water brings me peace.