ISSUE A4 | Poetry | April 2015

Boundaries: A Poem

Neera Kashyap

Boundaries

summer garbage below

stench rises like yeast

to this fourth floor trap

I strip, circle a dot on a map

a different heat rises

the Tao says

enjoy your food, your family

your garden, your neighbor –

I hear roosters crow

in another country

I am bound to you, I said

I am bound to you, you said

cords of haste waste tangles

underlying current flowing blithe –

forgotten

wave

boundless ocean

wave

boundless ocean

wave boundless