Potato Farmer in Peru


While a potato farmer gathers a tuber in Peru
We are gathering tubers, swollen
Anatomies that make us
Cry of longing of despair, helpless
Like a refugee in Manus island
Or a prisoner in Guantanamo bay

We have a heart that swells
When a potato field is not just so many
Eyes summoning you, it is a woman
That could see past your night
And dapple stars in your sky.

And that swelling is our vitality.
Under the ground, away from the beholder
She makes starch castles
And all it takes is a little enzyme, amylase
That she holds, to break the polysaccharides
To monomers. Sweet sugar of love.

We are all potato farmers in Peru
Hoping for a bumper season
Of one larger-than-life tuber.


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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