“Infinite Affair With Air” “Love Letters” and “Fly Ball”

Poetry by Buffy Aakaash

“Infinite Affair With Air” “Love Letters” and “Fly Ball”

Infinite Affair with Air

You are this

which is not

that,

that

which is not

this.

You owe such and such

to whoever and whom,

need all of that

to accomplish this,

and could never be those

because you’re these.

But maybe this once,

you make some amends,

excepting this, that, and the other thing,

as well as such and such.

“How long will this last?”

someone asks.

You are all of these things,

you reply,

but not all of those,

and tomorrow, all of those,

but not all of these.

(How dare they question!)

All I want to know is

Who am I in all of this?

Who will I be in all of that?

Are you anywhere always?

Or always somewhere at least?

Because I am here now and

tomorrow I may be there.

Love Letters

It must have been

the tail end of the season

in your neck of the woods

when I scratched your back

and you scratched mine and

we passed our personal belongings

between the openings in our trains of thinking

shooting perilously across the continents of pages,

like walking a knife edge ridge on that mountain

in Maine we both traversed before we met.

Even now in this place of our own,

without our pens we walk a narrow path

the depths of the Cosmos

and the gods of place

on either side.

Fly Balls

I was never very good at sensing the trajectory of high fliers

And in fact once caught a fly ball with my eye socket

Ending my dalliance with baseball

But how quickly healed I was then

Today bones are liable to shatter

Bruises from brazen encounters linger

I still fear that flying hard ball, myself out left of field, looking up,

Balancing an awkwardly oversized mitt, with the bright sun

Of a good life blinding me from what’s to come.

About the Author

Buffy Aakaash

Buffy Aakaash grew up in the wild hills of New Jersey north and west of New York City. He has lived both in rural and urban environments in many places throughout the US since then. In addition to poetry, he writes plays and essays. His work has been published in Main Street Rag, Avocet, Georgetown Review, Oberon, Tributaries, and others. Currently, he lives at 7300 feet in the Zuni Mountains of New Mexico, where he works locally as a healer, and nationally as a social media manager.