Stroking your cheek
I’m defined by the meaning of proximity
In the tension of not knowing
Anything can happen. You and I, in the cosmic sense
Time-draining forms of bone and protein
Liable to collide, just so that
We know, we are not just here on earth
To be earthlings, that the boundless spaces
Above us, are ours too, to orbit.
Aren’t we celestial bodies on our own right
Escaping our own gravities – our need to be weightless
Flying to unknown places we can never inhabit
And yet our consciousness can feel.
But lies beyond measure. And our bodies,
If they were only flapping kites on earth,
They become free comets in space.
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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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