i.
you cannot expect contingency from a poem only the want of heaven’s claw its tear and purr
you cannot pretend not to know the poem’s speak its calm and pose its worried roar & pique
ii.
in anticipation of my next void silence begets yet another choice
this open space this metered vial this gift of love as pain
iii.
we have not withered distance
as well as we have nicked its math
and culled its calculus we have
not suffered any more than
what the curve and dimension of
reckoning have stood for
in their timeless worship of near
ness their loss of prayer
Terrific
Thank you 🙂
in anticipation of my next void silence begets yet another choice
this open space this metered vial this gift of love as pain … Very different from your usual tone! Love it!
These lines (and the ones preceding) were penned in Nagarkot, last couple of days in Nepal. Wrote much more, but only these few lines survived the revision. The last bit – part (iii) – was written after coming back home. The difference in tone hopefully means something new has opened up poetically. Thanks 🙂