A Perfect Day
I recall it, sky without cover, a tease
of gusts, rough and salty, brushing air clean,
sand bursts, interrupting the harm of the unseen,
children my age, home-castles. What we freeze
in small, broken pieces! We sailed, the breeze
pushing us forward to nowhere that I could see
but back to safe shore. Then we walked. The ease
of him beside me, holding my hand, wordless and free.
Drifting down in a blue drizzle all that while
flashes, their flying taunts, blank looks.
At their day’s end the silence of a closed book.
He looked in the distance. A shy smile.
With all my little strength, under open sky,
I asked my dad what went wrong and why.
Pramod Lad was born in India, educated at King’s College UK , and has a Ph.D. in Biochemistry from Cornell University. He was a scientist at the National Institutes of Health. His poems have been accepted in The Examined Life Journal, Right finger pointing, Omentum, Eclectica, The Innisfree poetry journal, The Umbrella Factory, Pennine Platform, Litbreak Magazine, Amethyst Review, Soul Forte, and Creations Magazine.
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