senryu – Page 48 – elancharan gunasekaran

in slow measured breaths we exhale mist into the silent morning

i wonder if the autumn sky remembers every cloud that ever existed

fish scales shift from shimmer to dust and the sea becomes a mouth with too many tongues

waves collapsing into waves until the idea of form is drowned

let the ink run wild break sentence and bones return flesh to a time that never made any sense

before i could catch its tail a poem falls through the gaps and shatters into a million and more microcosms

the autumn clouds spat out stones each one an unfinished map of paradise

we stood in a circle unspeaking the ants came first followed by the ghosts in red

gather all the sounds you can hear in a box and watch it carefully for movements

the lion’s mane erupts in flames and the moon melts into sand