NAPOWRIMO – Day 5 [Twenty Little Poetry Projects]
…she will be the sunflower a new born girl, in the centre of my brain conceived without a man, yet the touch of affection filled my heart, a feeling like movements of a hundred colossal pendulums the frozen silence in my thinking cerebellum forced me to take a walk through my limbic system, and it took me to a day when Aditi and I were strolling around the ancient walls of Angkor Wat we were laughing, and I said, I love sunflowers sister, they are so alive! I am nothing like her, she is science and I am humanities. In a serious tone she asked, what do you mean alive? The images of silent sunflowers stood in my mind and I wondered what to say: Sunflowers maintain homeostasis or that they pass traits onto the offspring, at that moment my lips whispered to me …she will never be your sunflower! I said aloud, sister I take back my idea of having a granddaughter named Sunflower… she looked away and observed those thousands of years ol