Gravity’s

Gravity’s I

In the asylum we try
flying, but the continuous
success in it kills the fun.

The Sun burns our wings.

Sweating floods away

the medcine. We hug gravity.

The worst problem seems to be
ourbleeding elbows and knees.

The doctor who proclaimed

to be our flight instructor

goes missing. Did he fly to near

to the brightness? Losing him

doesn’t free us. We remain

confined to eachother

through gravity. We orbit
the dead star – the asylum.

Gavity’s II

Eddie took a leap when

the photo came alive, and he

is still air bourne solving

the gravity-problems.

The roof, car, pedestals

of the gate, staircase Eddie

hops on them all, his feet

making them real as I cheer

and ask someone to jeer

just to keep him here, so that

balance stays balanced, so he

doesn’t fly into obscurity,

doesn’t fall from his ‘high’, ride

through one of the windows

of the classroom of empty clouds.

Kushal Poddar

Photo Margo Leclere