Nov 22, 2017 Original Poetry
Subtext
©November 22nd, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Every day falls between the lines.
Every person and everything glimpsed
Sub-textually, subliminally.
I am tired of words today.
But I turn to them still, for they
Bring me warm comfort on a cold evening.
I eat them for breakfast, lunch, dinner,
And come up still empty,
Unsatiated, hungry for meaning.
Loneliness lurked under my feet
And walked by my side today
Oh, don’t mistake me –
Loving family, good friends,
I have them all, and love them.
They throng around the margins
Of my loneliness, form a ring.
Still, that ring is tenuous,
And I walk past it often,
Into a space I am too mute to name.
I walk alone, always, and feel worlds
Thinning away from me, as if
I’m on a glass spaceship, racing
Past the solar system.
Sometimes, the light beneath my feet
Reflects crowds and worlds back at me
And sometimes, it refracts them.
I smile abstractly, shield my eyes,
Set my sights of something far,
Far away, and keep moving.
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