News from Nowhere V

You know, news, like a bullet, ricochets

and reaches me with a lag when it’s spent;

I believe it’s really not that different

for you. For those who stay still at one place.

Some edge, angle’s lost due to the delays

though if I so choose, it can be real time -

know them at their freshest – blast, rape, war crime;

the leaf skeletons of petty prejudice

showcased, as though nothing was amiss.

But I avoid the WiFis in cafés.

Better by far, my love, out in the desert

where the dust is timeless, and the moon phase

the sole cycle eternal, nothing to raise
except small pegs and tents, no red alert. 

This concludes the series of experimental love sonnets I've been writing/posting this month to celebrate everyday loving as opposed to drama queen loving. Love is a tidal wave in the sea, sure, but it is also the ordinary water from the faucet.  I see the sea once or twice a week, dip my toes in sometimes, infrequently, but those faucets I use everyday. Couldn't do without them in fact. The sea is good to have, but I've lived inland too, without it.

I'm travelling this week, back in Kolkata again, so will catch up with you when I get back. Meanwhile, stay well.