Rahana K Ismail

Who Journeys


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Who Journeys:

I would travel to windows

if I try hard with my budding limbs.

Knotted & rooted 

to indivisible multiplications

of existence, I admit—

though planted in me, 

a whim I coppice

to long for

& journey.

***

Who Journeys:

Time

bilge rats into crevices. I keep coming back

to scrubbing vinegar 

belowdecks. I picture

the elephant stepping onward

legs as if of pillars 

of a perpetual pavilion 

forming as it walks.

I should feel the weight & wonder.

Instead of a hypostyle, 

halyards, if anything

tangled. Instead of an elephant, 

rats. Instead of a straight walk, 

a web of journeys 

as time keeps

coming back to the same barrel 

on second thoughts looking for 

second helpings or a stolid

corner or a curb 

to hide a cloud 

of anxieties in, 

perpetually hungry 

for attention
We call that remembering.

***

Who Journeys:

Place, before we know it, comes undone

from anchorage. 

Unmoored which is to say moving. It’s a garden 

to be pruned into being. It’s a harbor 

borne by a gunny sack 

still mendable. It’s a carriage house 

still young with horses.

It straddles a river—

and we see fish like ferns.

As tusked, we walk across:

we speak of Rodinia and feel

movement

as it rumbles

maps of many a journeys.

Image Credit: Suresh Kumar Singha

Rahana K Ismail is a poet and a doctor from Calicut, Kerala. Her work has been featured or is forthcoming in nether Quarterly, Usawa Literary Review, Verse of Silence, EKL Review, the Chakkar, Alipore Post, Pine Cone Review, and elsewhere.

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