Meditations
Two poems by Shilpa Kamat
inside this switchback prayer this
calloused sense of sky I
look down at the monochrome
of my failures in their shallow
flowerbed, fresh with dew
reach down to search
their delicate variations: magenta
with blue tips, yellow gray, periwinkle
feel their petals between
my thumb and forefinger
pluck a few to place
on my altar in my hair
to hold in the sun
on the cup of my palm
calloused sense of sky I
look down at the monochrome
of my failures in their shallow
flowerbed, fresh with dew
reach down to search
their delicate variations: magenta
with blue tips, yellow gray, periwinkle
feel their petals between
my thumb and forefinger
pluck a few to place
on my altar in my hair
to hold in the sun
on the cup of my palm
the demons were never
evil just regular people who prayed and were granted thunderbolts ethers before their hearts were grown enough to keep up |
Shilpa Kamat is a writer, educator, and healing arts practitioner based in Oakland, CA. She earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Mills College, where she was awarded the Marion Hood Boess Haworth Prize; has performed her poetry throughout the Bay Area and Atlanta; and was a finalist for Tu Books' New Visions Award for her prose. Shilpa's writing contains ecological and mythical elements that are grounded in deeply human struggles. Her work is informed by her intersectional identities as well as her experiences connecting with diverse communities and the natural world. You can learn more about Shilpa's projects at shilpakamat.com.
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