IN TRANSIT

Written by: Satish Verma

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