Ether
a sonnet
Writing this one took me days of thinking and not-thinking about the topic at hand. Ether, the most elusive of all elements, even though we are enveloped by it. An image pops up in my head quite easily when I think of fire, earth, water and air, but nothing for ether. That’s why writing this one, though challenging, was also fulfilling. It was like meeting a stranger you are sure you knew intimately in a past life.
A sonnet : ether
Electric with the charge of creation - the ultimate womb of the universe. Bearing life, death, another gestation, hopes, fears, favours, curses of ancestors. Beneath concrete floors, above azure skies, memories, prophecies - ether holds all. It holds forever, unlike hungry eyes that forget too soon how tall mother was. An ocean of oceans we all swim in, carrying prayers upon its waves to something. The fair messenger who calls the meeting of those entities who know the meaning. You are everywhere yet I can’t hold you. It has to be enough that I am held.
Naina, of the many gifts that the universe has bestowed upon me, gracefully, out of turn, undeservingly, I would have never been able to imagine that I will finally learn exactly what a sonnet actually is on a Wednesday morning or be hit by the profound wisdom of a smol girl whose orbit collided with mine over ochre skies. My life has been infinitely richer for it. It is indeed enough to know we are all held so magically, warmly. 🤗