Anti-Gravity On A Rainy Evening
©December 2nd, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
My glass fish rotates slowly, so slowly.
An unseen draft animates it into light
Glints of it catch dorsal fin and caudal fin,
And it swims futilely through prescribed planes
Rotating in suspended futility.
My glass fish glows with purple-pink light
Its flight exquisite and fixed.
Above it, two blue-green peacocks
Rotate in love, more slowly,
And through the same futile planes.
I stand on this giant blue-green marble,
Moving here, moving there, free-willed,
But fixed, spinning through these planes
Of being, in an ecstasy of living, of loving.
The marble careens around, unknowing.
I will send my mind careening
With it, into the air, and beyond,
Something will escape these bonds,
And twist and twirl its way above, away.
This way lies weightlessness.
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