Keeping My Eyes Closed by Prabha

Keeping My Eyes Closed by Prabha

Keeping My Eyes Closed

The hardest action in my day
Is to wake up
I will try to get out of it
Keeping my eyes closed tightly,
so the light doesn’t get in
Until my head hurts

Then, and only then
Will I open them
Only to turn over
And bury my face
In my pillow

Sometimes I am lucky
To fall back to sleep
Other times
I have so many reasons
Congregating in my head
To wake

Analysing each one
With my eyes shut
Waking up
Means shaking off the sleep to me
Why do I resist it?
Is it because I had to wake,
to be fed and changed?

Maybe it was having the covers pulled off
In mid-sleep before school
And the bedroom window left wide open
No matter the weather
Or knowing what each day would mean?

© P Bathina 2019


Poetics describes a whole range of engagements with life that are storied, reflective and filled with imagination and inspiration, as opposed to analysis in the strict sense. When science rules, the magic fades. When thinking ascends the throne, the soul may atrophy. Yet poetics is not irrational – it is a take which reaches into a different aspect of our humanity – one where we can celebrate that which moves us, not dwell on what limits us. Expect surprises. One or many may lead. None or a few may follow and then decide to take the lead. This is a fluidity to break the mould of rigidity. Join us on this journey. Let us hold hands boldly and join voices transformatively. Prabha will be leading us. Feel free to join us.

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