Eila Mahima Jaipaul - Tumbling

there remain places here,
where tumbling rock slides
have rolled down
to spill over my edge.

I wonder if these sudden avalanches
might startle the stars?

the notion of stars
whirring off
in all directions,
like a frightened cover of birds,
is amusing, only because
the indifference of them
irritates me.

if only they could be held.
their skin would be as soft
as moonlight.

Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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