Published May 1st, 2023
by Abha Prakash
(Auroville, Tamil Nadu, India)
As I speed down the East Coast Road,
my car filled with two weeks' worth of fish and petrol.
Momentary light from the lead-laden sky pours over the bay,
glistening the water, topping waves with silver caps.
I slow down, change lanes, to be closer to the sea.
Fill my eyes with its vast, sliding beauty
that cannot be framed in one glance.
To blink becomes an afterthought, a chore.
Only when the weight of staring becomes an ache,
I shift to the view on the right and the traffic ahead.
Up above, the monsoon-filled clouds spread like hillocks,
dark grey hills
portending afternoon downpours, slushy mud paths,
wet laundry that will not dry
for at least three more days.
For now, I have this blissful view
steering me along.
Biography
Abha Prakash is a part-time high school teacher, a mother, and a lover of nature and pets.
She relocated from Delhi to a town of simple living near the Bay of Bengal, South India, in 2002, where she continues to reside.
Her poems, articles, and literary criticism have appeared in diverse literary journals and anthologies.
This poem is included in Poetry World #6, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in India Poetry Magazine:
Colours of Languages
by Zakir Aatish Khan
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