the present is always one size
too big for the past & one too

small for the future but only
the present can house the

absence of home / these are
tall shoes to fill / eagles

live in high eyries but I'm
just a fledgling nestled in

a 13.8 billion year old nest
wanting to be cradled for a

moment in a lap's local train
hum swaddled in the ripples

I fear more than the stone
drop for a moment as we

watch the end of our world
in a smear on a glass pane
that never shatters only rips

~Ajay
5/2/2021