a ball of distance rolls down the hill
gathering everything in its way—
trampled grass, smashed bugs, swallowed slope—
until it come to a halt before my feet
turned into a ball of perspective.
*
she calls her sons's name before falling down.
it's too late for him* to reach it and hold her.
but she's flung silence to take her place
and he hurls his voice at it: amma!
he cannot hold her fall but his voice holds her silence.
*
add distance to the real and get an event.
add distance to an event and get memory.
add distance to memory and get the self.
add distance to the self and get the world.
add distance to the world and get the real.
add the real to the distance and get perspective.
*add distance to him and get me.
~ ajay
22/5/2024
