The biography to bath

A Shore cut in sunshine

its stairs rubbed in slime

Down,
Stumping lips ‘mmuwe mmuve’,
draping noise into the actions of
a moving bubble- silently

imitated is the journey called a fish.

Obstructing the stillness of sunshine, continents
of slime search for its ways through the stream
The gum of apple snail sticks
to the slime of coconut trunks

just behind the ground fence made of mud.

so to sepetate water and its banks,
On the knee-deep sunken foot space,
from the dripping towel,
are puddles drowning of knitted symbols.

Floating up, across the ear hole-
is a net woven by depths.

A medium called vibration
that traps even the faintest of sound
Its love for air that might break

even at an unmoving tremble.

Turning back,
is a shore cut in sunshine
and its stairs rubbed in slime
A hand that drains wet hair
wthout touching the shadow of a guava tree,

like tiers of a triangle.

Seven colours those bloom
from last foam of the bathing soap.
Shades settling into whites
even before describing them not to a rainbow
And a sea that is lonesome.