by Kashiana Singh
I was at golden gate that day
It stood like it always does
In a teasing mood of steeliness
Under the setting sun, I caught
A glimpse of its crumbling underbelly
Scars showing through beneath the rust and dust
She stood resplendent, almost worshipping
Suspended expressionless to lives that leaped
As souls guzzled downwards
Ceremonially stirred through steel
Cleansed in free fall, confronting
Hope, organs, bone, brain, blood
Spreading into an aching blue
&&&&&&beneath
That morning I had listened
Basil chai in hand to
My daughter’s questions
&&&felt the tranquil undercurrents
drowning with pain
she had been serene as always
with her questions
dismissing genetics
then interrogative
fierce interludes
her aches, her pores, her bones
strokes of a painter’s brush
had left her fatigued
I watch the waters flow stoic
Hypothermic and distant to the many
Screams buried within its endless pathways
Some days, I worry about her disease
&&&&other days, about my disillusionment
Most days though, I worry about
&&&&my daily ride over the golden gate bridge
&&&&and hers too.
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Kashiana Singh
Kashiana Singh is a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. Kashiana’s TEDx talk was dedicated to Work as Worship. Her poetry collection, Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words presents her voice as a participant and an observer. Her poems have been published on various platforms including Poets Reading the News, Visual Verse, Oddball Magazine, TurnPike Magazine, Dissident Voice, Feminine Collective, Spillwords, Poetry Super Highway. You can listen to her reciting her work on a couple of Rattlecast sessions. Kashiana lives in Chicago and carries her various geographical homes within her poetry.
Artist: Britnie Walston
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