Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Post-Diluvian – A Fragment

Post-Diluvian
©December 2nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

She was paralyzed.  Every movement was a struggle.  Why was this?  She did not know, nor cared to find out.  She was hypnotized, bound, helpless, tossed this way and that.

Then the endless rain stopped.

The boat heaved itself onto dry land.  A white bird arrowed into view. 

A leaf fluttered into her open hands.

She inhaled its sweet scent, while rain trickled down her cheeks.

And she found herself stepping forward, breathing in a newly born world.

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