A cheer waves and swirls
in my morning skull.
I stretch and curl – an empty stadium.
Supine, I embody
the fresh grass reclining, receding
and receiving the shadows padding up
for a practice game.
Somewhere sleeps one pebble embedded in another,
and only an accident can open
the reluctance of its heart.
Shadows stumble of it.
I open the shutters.
There sits a magpie.
Someone told me to search
for all that lost in translation
in the bird’s nest.
I say, “Give it a rest.”
Kushal Poddar
Photo Nick Victor
Pebble provided by Claire Victor Lewis