Spontaneous condensation
I inhale slow and deep Imagining the oxygen in the air grow heavy Heavy enough to dampen like a single lonely rain cloud Then lay a generous drop on my parched tongue Making waves with my arms every time I decide it's too cold Or too hot Or when my own pulse is too loud in my ears Thinking about counting how long it would have been since I last saw sand Felt it beneath greedy soles succumbing into the gravity of the low tide 158 days If my math is right Since I wore shoes with socks Or heels with straps Held my hair to my ears during a windy morning auto rickshaw ride Sipped cheap, overly sweet tea from styrofoam cups Out of a whim From just finding a 10 rupee note from the bum pocket Rode an elevator with perfume and body odour both wafting Scents I can never place but were familiar as the wind itself Walked on a busy footpath on the side of incoming traffic Just for the thrill of it And get much more than I would like to seek 158 days since I crossed any road Seen the lazy yet