You can’t make a microscopic slide
Of a bone to see what life exists inside.
You can still take a photograph
From the past, to see bubbling eyes
Frothing skin and time climbing out
Through the silhouette of a loved one
To connect a day of remembrance
With an epoch of life
We are always microscopists
Looking back in time at one person
Who became magnified, larger than life to you,
Like a whale or God or the universe.
A man or woman
Who left an inventory inside your heart
That keeps on appreciating with time.
We have a word in the English
Language to describe that – we call that nostalgia.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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