In Transit 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