Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Head of a Pin

Head of a Pin
©January 13th, 2017

By Vijaya Sundaram

When the whole world narrows
Down to a point, a shining
Painful point, piercing and straight,
And you’re standing on that point
Dancing on the head of a pin
And all the other versions of you
Also dance there,
Do you exist in space and time?
And if so, do you still occupy both?
And how about now?
And now?

Either it must be a very big point
Or you do not exist,
Except as myth and dream
Perhaps, that pin does not hurt
Not very much, at least.
And if it does hurt, can you
And your other selves
Lift off and scatter into the ether?
Do you hear the beating of your wings?
Are you aloft now? Or falling?
And now?

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