Revisionist Poetry – “Interior Dive” – Diving Through the Grey, v.2

Amid the throng at the Dubai Mall, black marble and light,
a planted fog hangs like a pause.
Here, mist cools the air; the fall of water takes the loudness with it—
a steady, engineered rain.

Sculpted figures hold forever at the lip:
muscles taut, arms split like wings; they are mid-motion made silent.
Light wires through them — bronze becomes silver —
and for a breath the impossible looks quiet.

We sit behind the glass, nursing bitter cups,
the café’s hum folded into the waterfall’s ledger.
Hands warm, faces softened by the spray’s small hush,
we let thought untangle, small knots giving way.

A minute spent under manufactured sky: the day loosens.
The divers remain: arrested, luminous, falling without end.
In that loop we find a private pause — not freedom, but permission to be still.