Walking on Marine Drive at Midnight
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
The sea cuts its mouth open
and gurgles a lullaby for the
sleepless. The cities we love
grow in different dialects and
forget old dreams. Briefly,
the sky appears unreal in its
tincture of fermented molasses
on its surface. In the midnight
air, our bodies are lighter. The
sky imagines itself into becoming.
We smell bread from the midnight
bakery and I compare it to the risen
tide. You underline the city line on
air and peer through dark to trace the
deciduous layers of sky, earth, and sea.
You point toward the lengthening
space between three silences. We see
the sea gasp for ether in a cusp of
unbridled yearning. The moon makes
it possible. We are a silhouette of
shadows braided into a mosaic of oneness.
There is no language for the sudden
blooming of buds into flowers on the
street-walk, or how their color reminds
me of a sound that reverberates like the
Arabian sea, like birds released into the sky.
Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a recipient of the Charles Wallace fellowship 2019 at the University of Stirling, Scotland. She is a GREAT scholarship awardee and has earned a second postgraduate degree in literature from England. She is the founding editor of Parentheses Journal and a poetry reader for Palette Poetry.