I Think I Know What Water Dreams

I Think I Know What Water Dreams

I squeeze flat, turn my silhouette.
I am a string
Thin and invisible like black thread
on a black skirt.
It hurts me to flatten so and yet
what else is there?

The spinning world with its
cheery cheeks and satisfied bellies
Is not for me.

For me it is the easy twist
The silent sighs
The impossible knots

An invisible mystery
The mullah searches for me when he calls out the change
from dawn to dusk.

Author: Sarah Winter

Photo: Sime Basioli on Unsplash