Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Why do we want time to have
a beginning? It doesn’t need one
just leave the apples on the tree, the old
woman in the shoe-
Strings untied, plunge
headfirst into an ocean without shores, blue
upon blue polka dot, unrimmed flow
even as chipped china shatters indentured
indigo on cold kitchen floor
A river will shimmy down the mountains, let loose
her girth on once and future clay, a man
will turn the potter’s wheel, another
cry God! Press his ear to the call
fleshed out on your belly, listening
for the whale of an unborn sea
Skipping beats as a child you had the distinct
sensation of flight, of that split
second when gravity ceased to exist
a bird was burning, rising as it fell
unboxed in the paradox, heaven’s hell
everything is possible, why not a parallel
universe where, you die, it swells
a single syllable, springs
up and back at it, working
the line, never ending
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