A poem from my upcoming book FRACTURED PERCEPTIONS.
My states of pining
are a continuation with no rest stops –
they flow,
they grow,
they sow rains where the clouds of the mind
have made their home.
And mine is the sunshine
on a dry winter morning,
when the ice puddles crackle
under time’s turning wheels,
and children step on water
that tucked herself in and went to sleep.
My states of silence
are an edifice,
a silver chime caught in the play of the wind –
they bend backward,
they discompose,
they turn into lovers
where the hands lay with anticipation.
And mine is the star
that dies on a midsummer’s day,
when the air is warm and smells
of dust and wildflowers, and the nights
are cool and sing of shipless waters.