Smita Tewari

Elsewhere

Snow swirls like falling answers and I search the sky
for unasked questions as I fold words into my mindless
world,  for my here lies elsewhere, getting re- acquainted
with  long- lost yesterdays, and unknown tomorrows…

Filtering the present through a maze of things to do, to release
me from myself, constantly escaping  as from an imminent storm,
and from the two empty coffee cups perched on my window sill,
precariously, ready to fall, break, leaving me to pick up the pieces…