You let soup cook, you let life be.
Like a dew drop dancing on the edge of a leaf,
Here we dance on the edge of you.
You follow me around, never once
letting me forget you are there.
I may try to hide from you or escape,
But you haunt my dreams -
Where I run around the soup aisle,
frantically looking for one more can
to feed my guests with.
Guests, that seem to have arrived an hour ago,
but somehow I was not notified.
Your all consuming haste, your drum beats,
earily familiar -
Yet, recognition and memory fail me.
I am frozen here in the now,
forgetting about the soup can
and the guests that are still waiting.
-Srividya
Feb 2, 2019