The Cursor on A Blank Page
written by: Preeth Ganapathy
I stare at you blinking at me.
We are two followers
in search of the missing leader.
You appear disappear re-appear
like sun drops dripping from the tip of
a gabled roof on a winter morning
shining faint light on a path to an unexplored line
as I sit down to write each day.
“We have done this before, we do this everyday,
in fact, we did this just yesterday,” I tell you
We slip into the rhythm of a step dance,
back and forth, front and back,
unravelling words camouflaged in white
stringed together into a poem
“We don’t need a leader,” I think, “my thoughts are privy only to you,
who needs a leader when we can be best of friends.”
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