As we sit and share the silence

Of ineffable love

My eyes and yours

Look like they have seen

Where only the chosen have been...

At such times one feels

For the leaf that has fallen

The rooted tree that can see

Only through the bird's eyes

For the girl who cannot grow

But thinks her mother

Will be there, forever

by Prabhakar Subramaniam

Comments (3)

Great to see your work surfacing again Kelly. A finely worked engaging and visual piece. Like Max, it's got me thinking and that is no bad thing at all.
I haven't put this poem all together yet, but I find many of your images, and much of your language, extremely beautiful, and wanted to say that. I even learned something, looking up 'contrails' and 'probative'!
Nice images here, Vinal. Good poem. -LP