Horizon by Aneek Chatterjee

In the horizon I see black birds

perched on dry branches of a tree

and 

red clouds threatening

life below. It’s always possible to

spread fear when you’re perched above,

partnering black birds, cruel and naked

branches.

I am waiting far below, far from the sky.  

But

I know sky is a big vacuum, sky is too vast

to absorb threats, fear, hatred

and hope; and a long distance surveyor.  

Here I am, waiting far below, looking at the horizon

to spot a white bird, green leaves, red flowers.  

Here I am, stirring the horizon to dissolve fear,

hatred and threats in the ultimate pot;

for some yet-to-smile discovery. 

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Aneek Chatterjee is from Kolkata, India. He has been published in myriad venues. He lives poetry.