The Orbit
The orbit.
You drew a circle, the cute
geometry, around you ,
an orbit permitted /forbidden
for a foregone specificity.
Made it large enough that
you weren’t out of it, pulled
or not, by the old gravity
that seizes the ever raw soul .
You went about fooling with
the geodesies of here
and its forms of acceptance in
another there , encountering
nothing that you would
ever make a compact with.
A random peaceableness
perhaps on a loose day
just before it breaks into a spell
of footloose this and that ,
heart punching buttons
calling moral police to march
into a mere mail box
and you in the witness box
inside the circle you drew
a square peg in a round orbit.
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For SKAT A's contest.
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