Wednesday, 12 April 2017

death of an ant

standing amongst
a fragile monotony
an everyday
a stage where  
even a subtle blow of wind
becomes a marker
an event of consequence,
death of an ant
              or the smell of sweat
a torn page
              or an honest voice
a forgotten face
              or a numb smile
any slight touch 
at the tranquil surface 
of this stagnant routine
becomes everything to fall upon,
every thought 
every word
of this silent 
rumination
which is swallowed
by a vicissitude
reflects, stretches, 
rises above me