Have you racked up time
That dimension that keeps running away from you
And you’re wondering what you can be realistically.
Am I a Poly Math I wonder?
Yet I cannot paint the Last Supper,
Still I look at the number of things I do,
I get to be poly-something I say to myself.
Perhaps I’m like a tensile polymer
That can stretch words to the blurry spaces
Of metaphors or perhaps I’m just
As worthless as polythene,
Or maybe, if I pack my bags and go to
Utah, I can be a polygamist, big in love.
Whatever I do, I know a legacy
Is in need of me – or vise versa –
I only want to be that bust, before I get busted
Of being a poet who peddled verses too often,
To shoot an ounce of beauty, every time,
The heart was open to a metamorphosis
Of words lapsing to wordless.
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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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