You learn something new everyday.
Like how a conversation
That doesn’t mean anything
Can unzip you or prick the bubble
You’re wading in to the tide
Learning that the sand moves towards
The sea, in slow deposition. And
A shoulder, is like that too.
You shift towards a bough of flesh
Who wears the empathy mask on,
You converse about a moment in history
A moment of conscription
When I was writing on my room walls
Like a prisoner does, to survive
And that conversation, takes a chunk
Out of you, like the top sand
That deposits on the ocean bed. So
A friendship begins.
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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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