Elegy (For Donna Snyder)

Void dins noon o’clock in the piazza.
A serpent’s last winter rolls around,
as light as a skin.

The prayers went in search of
my friend’s soul. I pour the spirit of ‘now’.
The messages from ‘then’ scrolls
for a lightyear and some thousands miles.

Listen to the clock. The nearby dock
coils around a ship sailed away.

Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

Donna Snyder was an amazing friend. Life is full of you and Ronna and some others whom I never met physically.