In Transit

A blind spot
was clinging on to earth.
Point of entry had
an eye against eye.

obsidian falls
unshaved. The guilt
of dawn was palpable.
A nimbus surrounds the pain.

A microdrone takes on
the spider. Diffusion of
hydrogen sulfide starts.
Don’t break the window.

Through my love, I touch
you on face with ashen fingers.
I step out from the hawk’s talons
into the prophecy.

Satish Verma