Dwell

9 Dec

I live in the Grand Canyon,

a chasm between

where I am and

where I want

to be;

A dry river bed that once

bubbled over with mirth, raindrops

and sparklings garnets along the

banks of the gentle Teesta.

We hang nets to dry, on

the ropes that gag us, and

strain skyward to remind ourselves

of how unforgiving blue can be.

Over on the other side, the

desert rocks moan

narratives of mothers, babes born tense,

and lesser wars.

Riding spider legs

on the long trudge home,

I am Ophelia, I am Atlas,

powder within, plaster without

and the best is night

when the walls mirror roof mirrors deep, deep heart

and we stand on a cliff

windless, sail-less, bending over

backwards

to

just

be.

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9 Responses to “Dwell”

  1. Nino's Mum December 10, 2009 at 11:42 am #

    “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. ” – Emily Dickinson
    I’m cold and goosebumped here: and you offer the choicest selection of my fears here.

  2. anil December 10, 2009 at 7:08 pm #

    Incandescent, for the lack of a better word.

  3. Orange Jammies December 10, 2009 at 10:58 pm #

    Nino’s Mum: I can’t help but wonder how similar the bouquets of fears we tote around are. And also whether we have company.

    anil: Well, we are kinda neon around here. πŸ™‚

  4. Vidya December 10, 2009 at 10:58 pm #

    Nice!
    It reminded me of I Dare You To Move by Switchfoot πŸ™‚
    Oh,and the “gentle” Teesta?
    Am I missing anything here?
    As I remember it,the Teesta gushes angrily forth,especially during the months of July and August….

  5. dipali December 12, 2009 at 7:12 am #

    OJ, this was just so beautiful.
    And moving.

  6. Orange Jammies December 13, 2009 at 11:04 am #

    Vidya: When I made her acquaintance in late October many years ago, she was terribly pleasant and invited me to go garnet-picking in her bed while she behaved. A beautiful river, that one.

    dipali: It’s amusing how a piece about being in limbo can be moving. No? πŸ˜‰

  7. Aunty G December 16, 2009 at 12:14 am #

    You *Dwell*
    Like a bell
    Going ding dong
    Singing a sad song
    Mirroring a deep deep hell?

  8. Anindita Sengupta December 16, 2009 at 4:27 pm #

    “strain skyward to remind ourselves / of how unforgiving blue can be.” Lovely.

  9. Orange Jammies December 18, 2009 at 11:32 am #

    Aunty G: Well oh well,
    Your lim’ricks are swell,
    When you’ll pull ’em out of your pocket
    And swing-it-and-sock-it
    One can never tell!

    Anindita: πŸ™‚

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