DIAGENESIS OF THE GOD STUCK IN TIME

like a clockwork, i function

around the sadness that these ungodly hours are. i possess

the stoicism of the metal that makes these hands. i call

myself an atheist, i make

myself blind to the power in my hands
that point at every direction that needs to be addressed.                                                                                                                                                                                                  i am

their savior. in this battle, i pass

them, leaving them less lonely, i leave

them for 12 hours. i am
a wanderer allowed to wander only a certain space.                                        i originate
from one point but every day, i make circles around
this convoy i envoy motion to.
an anomaly  in this part of the space.
i am ticking the song of my search.

this could have been a marsh,                  i could have drowned after a while.
this could have been a void,                      i must have not been.
i could have been in a forest.                    there would have been many details
i would have discovered,
each time, missed something                    to bless myself with, for the next time

i could have had soil to study, ever changing.
rocks to preserve in the name of specimens.
irises undergoing seasonal changes,
seasons, leading way to change in dwellings.

i could have functioned like a phenomenon,                 a wondrous exploit of rare roots and inviting grounds,                                                        take­off and landing strips to every specimen in the sky. every time an anomaly sat on the refugee meteor to break down,                             the tears would have made me thunder and turn the sky red.

Kanchi Sharma is an advertising professional and a poet who often aspires to be a whistleblower on the run. She tweets at @NonKanformist and can be reached at kanchideepikasharma(at)gmail(dot)com.