bliss station ~ poetry

invisibilities

the arresting eyes of an animal - its lashes pull at my wrist,

I grab it with my other hand as if my body, that feels like this

looks like that, could do anything against an eyelash.

do you remember blowing eyelashes off an open palm,

making a wish? I do. because I was the only one not pretending

that it flew away to a far place, the only one who pointed

at the mud - look, there is our wish, dirty now.

I've been used to animals being alarmed in your presence -

squirrels, birds, deer - it is when they act like they can't see,

don't care, that I feel one with one thing & then everything.

you'll feel like we'll start making sounds like them

then you'll realize that we already do. pluck tamarind

like the flowers that you say are soft, without touching,

in a sense of air - voiceless sounds that are two things plus a smile.

~Ajay
24/12/2019