- Cat's Cradle
My hands holdthe pattern that holds them fast. Your
hands pluck the string to make the musicthat frees me up
at last. We lift awayentanglements we trade
like tongues. The cat in my crècheis your name
on my breath. To loveis to be bound like this and freed
like this. The pattern that weaves myhands together
blinks and opensin your hands, a new dreamcatcher
with you the dream inside it. Isn't it beautifulto need like this? [End Page 488]
Pattern crisscrossespattern, hands swooping in
to rescue hands. They never touchin their mercurial
aerial dance. One loopof string strings fate
along with elusively feline ingenuity,you and me
in patternafter pattern recurring
while our Cheshire love with its nine livesand sleepy topaz eyes
lies in itsshapeshifting cradle purring. [End Page 489]
AMIT MAJMUDAR's next poetry collection is What He Did in Solitary (Knopf, 2020), and his next novel is Soar (Penguin Random House India, 2020). His most recent books are a verse translation of the Bhagavad-Gita, Godsong (Knopf, 2018) and a novel, Sitayana (Penguin Random House India, 2019).