While in Savasana

Eyelids heavy
on my face,
my back and arms
and legs melted
into the floor
like butter.

The thin wail,
an ambulance rises
over the flute
swirling in the dark,
through the gentle sighs
of whales: water,
light of air receding,
the heavy feeling
of sinking.

This is what flickered
across my mind; this
is what I remember.


***

I love the half-sleep state of savasana, the way your body and mind go limp. The wail of the siren juxtaposed against the music of flute and whale call sounded poignant, perfect accompaniment to a movie scene. I thought of someone sinking in water. This, of course, made me think of a story.


Namaste...