On most days I witness
seesaws of alternating identities
as we hiccough through planned exchanges
and spontaneous spurts
engaging in our own little play,
trying to sit still, weightless in the centre,
as if we do not matter
Today’s different, somehow
cracks laden with seeped pretension threaten collapse,
realignments of agreed-upon definitions for this space,
as the sanctity of boundaries between relations
that changed behind closed doors
is dragged into the public eye
With blaring earphones and eyes shut
I no longer exist in this room
now I am a cat that waits
to jump out of balance, to find myself
to make me whole
to become manifold, timeless
18.10.2019
Published in hākārā: a bilingual journal of creative expression, Turbulence, Issue 12 in September 2020
https://www.hakara.in/pooja-ugrani/
