This poem shared by Srilata Krishnan is written for her best friend, and appears in her newest collection, The Unmistakable Presence of Absent Humans.
Nothing’s Ever Felt More Enough
by Srilata Krishnan
It’s five o’clock,
night’s a nest trees away,
and we are sitting down, already, to eat,
sinking into the oasis,
like two great big desert birds,
the very old smell of us,
your shirt from the swinging seventies missing a button,
my sari bled thin on hard stone.
We are both home this five o’clock
and nothing’s ever felt more enough.