Revisions
Before the poet was a poet
nothing was reworked:
not the smudge of ink on twelve sets of clothes
not the fearsome top berth on the train
not a room full of boxes and dull windows
not the cat that left its kittens and afterbirth in a pair of jeans
not doubt.
Before the poet was a poet
everything had a place:
six years were six years parallel lines followed rules
like obedient children
[the Dewey Decimal System]
homes remained where they’d
been left.
Before the poet was a poet
many things went unseen:
clouds sometimes wheedled a ray out of the sun| parents kept photographs under
their pillows| letters never said everything they wanted to| lectures were interrupted
by a commotion of leaves | | every step was upon a blind spot.
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by Sridala Swami
from: Escape Artist
Aleph Book Co., New Delhi, 2014