We share the space in a circle
with the people my mom called Square.
She lives beyond and here, and we
live in the intestine of a serpent.
Sometimes we know where we live.
We call the reptile Ouroboros. This morning
I dialled my wife. “Come sharp.” I urged.
She said, “Tears magnify desire.
Here near my maternal house
a choke berry tree hosts the fatigue
of evening’s avis.” I uttered, “Oh!”
I added a trivia, “In Mumbai lives a Birdman.
He saves vultures.” The circle of the sky echoed
my words. The path is covered with feathers.
We have been having this conversation
for two or three, may be four generations.
Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor