Chennai
I go to the sea
and turn myself over in my hand
like a shell: a hollow conch
carried on the resonance
of a song long past its singing.
My heart is a well
and this city, one that is
forever in drought.
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Author's Note
This one was published in The Lit's quarterly, Muse. Chennai is a city in south India, also known as Madras - it is the city of my birth and also the place I was forced to return to two years ago when I ran into difficulties living abroad.
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I know the feeling.
Lovely imagery here.
a clear perception with strong poetic language to convey it
'carried on the resonance of a song'
I got here by way of the "Displacement" tag, and yet I gain a sense of belonging.