by Sanjeev Sethi
Yearly he dedicates space to his mother
by posting her portrait en soleil with a
poem indited long after her. On occasion
friends and other citizenry of the FB universe
like his dedication. Others extol the
elegy, some empathize with him. From
the eulogy it’s gleaned the lady died when
he was ten. The man is a quinguagenarian.
What stirs their annual connect to country
of origin? Do they return to remind themselves,
despite occurrences their new haven
is faultless. Fear the applause of the street.
There are roadblocks between progress and
plenty. Euhemeristic leanings thrive in feudalistic
polities. Even when susceptibilities
aren’t mentioned behavioral patterns divulge
their domicil. Pro patria is not for them.
Closemouthed foot of time is on cue
curious schedules commute this scythe.
Supercollider of needs blend in synchronicity.
Marionette-like we execute in meter.
In the everyday preternaturalness exists.
To miss is to accept the void.