Soundless Sleep

Satish Verma

Giving yourself, 
a gift of trash, you were 
waiting for the pain to return. 

A shadow overtakes you 
as if you were 
walking on the dry lake bed. 

An abandoned thought 
becomes a philosopher. 
How not to live again. 

The birder meets a rainstorm, 
on journey to unknown. 
The poet and water become one. 

Not easy to finish the 
line. Something has remained 
unsaid. The vultures descend.

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This Morning

The poet became one with water - I examined projected sea level rises by the end of the century. 2 feet projected. slc