ALSphere Foundation
I can never get a straight line right.
It slides a little to the right
or sometimes to the left; and yet
everything needs straight lines.
The gaze that finds its way
into a loved one’s eyes is straight;
But I drop my eyes and look
at the ant crawling past.
The rays that drop from the skies are straight; and yet I dive for cover.
I love the river though – it meanders along,
seeking meaning, discovering, learning,
hurting, weeping and then pouring
its soul into the ocean.
Perhaps
it’s fine if my lines aren’t straight;
I need to let them stray.
Jaya Pillai
