The hour is nigh.
The cuckoo jumps out
From a wooden clock, and makes merry.
I too jump out of bed, hoping
That this year, would be a little cuckoo,
Madder than I ever imagine,
Like that toy wound in the back,
That goes speeding on
The polished floor, or maybe a hummingbird
Whose wing-speed catches
Me off guard, and I hope to god,
The nectar I sip, just like a glass of rum and coke,
Will make me inebriated
Of that one flower I wake up to, at dawn,
Whose lips decant the nectar,
Of an unseasonal love.
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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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