Fly Poem by Hamid Rayhan

Fly by Hamid Rayhan
For my friend Marylee Macdonald, fiction writer

While you submerge, the mild of Bengal flickered
and swim through the Monu river, flying around
in all quarters with the sound of your own sarcasm
ever far, or near almost at my chest

I love you fly, your moist hair long, black like outside
this heavy, cloudy evening and your overwhelming crawl
bang-up, nifty smashing bow, back, and shoulders
of your good swimmer
coating and more …

now fly slowly, the twisted-wavered teardrop fall
in my existence; still, I hear you fly in my mind-body
as clouds floating in the sky

It's many years since I see you, the metasensual delght
or, art of non-satisfaction this timeand every year since
thinking this truth:

even today, we love each other our moans rolling over
hear nohere but everywhere, the sound of flyng; I sit
down with the summer desert throat at the dry grass
stones to the blaze blue

you past me now and then till morning into evening
the shy shadows, the deep air of the gentle tree limming
at dusk, disappointed, falling over me winter dewdrops
as old memories strike hard. Thank goodness, for
the small charge,

for the sluggish slow fall, when I hold you, as
the touch of feathers of a peacock; knowing once

you and I loved each other-so fly, fly, unfleshy delight
this dusk I see you nowhere but everywhere in my heart

You and I have never seen any other day
Or, don't wanna see ever; even don't know
what our names are
wherein we each come

we are individuals of the whole-that's it, isn't it?

Had we seen each otheragain today or other days!
but we together fly, fly, are eager to see each other
just like feelings unlit, untold
now this time, and everytime the year since

I will fly just as the hope of the homeless,
and as the waving of the Bay of Bengal
and as the tiredness of ploughing farmers'
and as the secret sparks of a second coming
and as the cry of a baby coming
from the OT room
from the roadsides, dirts, deserts and open sky
from the unknown
from sundown intamacy

this time sitting on the evenfall, you will find
see me fly, fly nowhere
but everywhere, everywhere
A Reader, above you an inch, giggles
off stay to you
now then go fly, fly