Poem by Eldar Akhadov

SINGING DUST
Dedicated to Ayo Ayoola-Amale
There’s a shadow between us
imposing, to say the least,
guessing her intentions.
She turned her head to the right, left and back – looking for us:
No, she didn’t find us.
We are the singing stardust above her.
On the other side of the shadows are your thoughts and mine,
with this one too.
They float, tumbling, turning over,
like snowflakes in an unsteady space of vibrations,
galaxies flaring up in myriads
every eternity of one
a vanishingly small moment.
We are not here. Or we are. It doesn’t matter.
The shadow cannot separate our thoughts.