When dreams shower one part of the body, when reality claims the other

This next season drizzles like a dream. Time converts to a rubber chameleon, extending
some hours, curtailing others. Throughout there will be a cloud of colors, a misty
blurring of time and space such that it is hard to tell where one hue halts and another
begins. And when I wake, from nights of fitful rest, from days of dreamt passions, the
world will not appear clear like the skies after a rain; there will be still a stupor, a realm
of semi-sensation and rainbows, the dew drops lingering behind. This is how it feels to
miss you and still conduct the monsoon of my life. This is how it feels, the dreams I
always remember, the dreams that filter into reality and rain.

Purvi Shah
“When dreams shower one part of the body, when reality claims the other” is from Terrain Tracks (New Rivers Press, 2006), and later appeared on MiPOesias Magazine in 2007.