Reading Proust at 4 AM

Anusha Prakash

 

Huddled at the table reading Proust

In the small hours of the morning

 

Palpable

is the texture of liminality

 

between

 

Sleep and wakefulness

 

Filled with tender possibilities

Held within moments of –

 

Anticipation

 

Within my mother’s

fragile

and

transient                       embrace

Rooted

 

Deep within

my sensory memory