seaboyman ~ poetry

Grass Knot

In my mother's shadow, she is quivering

And I'm trying to fit in and wear it proper like a coat, without crease,

I shiver in the cold light of fear,

Vulnerability of body, fragility of less dark shadows,

She throws a shoe sometimes, and it is always on target,

A few inches off me, it's trajectory has a spine of it's own

And coils around my head,

Like rings of Saturn, like an orbit for round lumps of good guilt to revolve on.

All the love is packed in a dense love-supernova which could be boxed inside grass

One- cross two blades of grass
Two- take one tip under and twice to tie a knot

And there it is, just off the ground, way under the sky, in the perfect wind, love in a grass knot.

~Ajay
27/1/19