by Shloka Shankar
Arc
what goes well with gravity?
gravitas, you say, plucking out an olive
sure, that might work
they cannot hear us
on the ground, you say, spitting out a pip
so if I wager I’ll chase the sun round the earth
will this day ever end?
you think my trajectory may have something to do with this
we should not lose sight of that
maybe we could hold on
look after the little things
while here, here at our small table with wine and a ripped chunks of bread
we cut memories into strange shapes and reassemble them
we are flying over Wisconsin, Cairo or maybe Prague
I really cannot understand what the pilot is saying
we are in the middle of somewhere and right now that sort of matters
Gavin Haycock Once a crime reporter, foreign correspondent, business journalist and editor. Gavin is a New Zealander who works in corporate business communications in the technology industry in London. Five marathons over the years and considering a sixth. Creatively, he is into short fiction and poetry. He can be found on Twitter at @ paperpenrocks.
Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer and visual artist from Bangalore, India. She enjoys experimenting with Japanese short-forms and myriad found poetry techniques alike. A Best of the Net nominee and award-winning haiku poet, her poems and artwork have most recently appeared in Hedgerow, Modern Haiku, Heliosparrow, Kissing Dynamite, and Burning House Press among others. Shloka is the founding editor of the literary & arts journal Sonic Boom, its imprint Yavanika Press, as well as Senior Editor for Human/Kind Journal.