Dec 17, 2018 Original Poetry
Still
©December 16th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Family is a shifting thing:
From blood to blood-type,
From familial to familiar,
From siblings to friends,
From parents to mentors.
Fall into family after family,
Spiral through story after story.
Find a language and a tribe,
Feel the world expand a little,
Just under your rib-cage.
Strangeness answers strangeness
Unease answers unease,
Ease answers ease and unease.
Find that still point within. Now,
Draw your circle with your compass,
Move from point to point,
And still stay in that centre.
While all around you, so do all.
So many concentrics around you,
And so many tangents!
There’s joy in the geometry of meeting
And greeting, circling, retreating – all
So fleeting, yet so constant –
This change and flux – but always,
Always, let your still point stay still.
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