
Crests and Troughs
Rupam Dutta

She said it was color - more than light
The way we see ourselves, each other
Shadows and corners
Angles mired in perspective
As our choices unravel
She chafed against the friction of time
the soft music of when
the stilted rhythm of how
and all the missing lyrics
we had accumulated
during the hysteria of living
Silly things, she said
Dreams with no horizon
But every such silly thing