Postcards

Befi_time

A child unknowingly
Collects postcards
– from many wondrous locations
Such as the playground, the park
And even from behind the bars of the cot –
Unsigned by the sender
And relayed through the postbox
A black letter box that opens her latch
For dawn till dusk
And lets in what is time-stamped
And fate unrobed

And in this collection of
Obese color and thin gloom
There lies a tradition
Of what is firmly placed
In a drawer of collectibles
When the bridge between the unknown
And the known is seemingly
Just a jigsaw puzzle of quanta
Traversed through an interface
Of radiance and impulse
When a few tentacles
Of the brain, stretching outwards
Reels in everything unblinded by sight
And unforgotten by memory

And isn’t a postcard
A memento for an outlander
Embracing a culture alien to his?
Just like a child is merely a tourist
To a strange culture
Called life…..

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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