Just this – a poem by Sayantani Roy

Just this


Propelled in midlife I take on 
ventures, some of which 
fall apart—mere trifles against 
sobering news big and small, 
like my mother’s failing health,
a cousin’s hardship, a friend’s
broken ankles, and grave news 
such as a boy killing eight 
schoolmates in cold blood that 
I read over breakfast this 
rain-drenched morning, 
gazing at a copse of pine, 
where on a high branch sits
a bald eagle in ascetic patience, 
and lifts its great wingspan
to become the vastness.
 

Sayantani Roy’s writing straddles both India and the U.S., and she calls both places home. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Cold Lake Anthology, Gone Lawn, Heavy Feather Review, Imposter Poetry Journal, Pen to Print, The Hooghly Review, The Seattle Times, and Wordgathering. She dreams of teaching poetry to young children one day. Find her on Instagram @sayan_tani_r. https://www.instagram.com/sayan_tani_r

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