Stillness
What does it mean to be still?
An unblinking eye of a revolving fish
A musical note flung high
pausing, stretching
before sliding into the ear.
You a dot
inside the circumference of stillness
jade in a forest.
Your silence, turquoise
sieving through mangled yellow noise.
You, absorbing the truth
that you’re reborn for your own sake
though you know fully well
that there’ll never be enough time
to reach yourself.
You becoming your own goal.
You a sea beneath a gaunt moon
hardly moving.
Stillness, the only wings to know
what it’s like to inward fly.
Published in Chandrabhaga Ed by Jayanta Mahapatra 2019