Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Green things find their way. Mostly.
The atmosphere filters sunlight
in a gesture that reminds us of the ocean.
The gannet banks and dives into the water
below, where the plunging blue whale
calls over the deep mountains
for its lover.
Maybe God calls out
across the fabric of space-time
and we register this as the undulations
of gravitational waves.
Last night
I woke from a dream in which light
dripped from your fingers, your hair,
and you cupped it in your palms,
saying, “Love, this is for you.
All of this is yours.”
What does one do with such a gift?
← Brian Turner