Swim across this strip of sea.
After all, what separates us
is brief as an eyelash–
only continent, only colour,
only language,
and a zone marked
by the thin, thin fingers
of a clock.
Stray (un)poem 1
November 10th, 2009 § 3
Anindita Sengupta
Delurking
Like what separates the earth from the moon…a mouthful of sky…
Strangely enough, it is “only”. We make such a big deal of these onlys, I’m guilty too.
@Susie: nice…
@OJ: Yes, me too. More than I like.