I’m trussed up in a dark corner and forgotten. My arms are tightly bound together. At last, I get to see the light of day. I go outside. Fresh air! I’m unbound and can open up to my full potential. Just for a second, it is wonderful. Then a deluge of water hits me. It is relentless and cold. On and on it goes. Finally, I am taken back inside. I’m given a good shake. Drops of water fly off everywhere. Relief. I can dry out. Or maybe not. I’m bound again, still wet. But at least I’m not hidden.
I’m lifted and unbound. I’m outside again and can stretch,
even if I am pounded with more cold water and a fierce wind too. I catch it. It
tries to pull me away. I’m straining to escape. No such luck. But this time
when I’m taken inside I’m allowed to stay unfettered. I’m not in a corner. I’m
spread out in an empty bath in a room with a window. “This is meant to be
unlucky”, I’m told, “but it’ll be all right”. Yes, it’s all right. It is
definitely all right.
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