By Sumit Parikh
I left the lights of the lobby and went out along the reddish brownstones. The January
night was dark and I got lost amongst the stars. My breath and my heart out of sync. I
followed Orion, but distracted, stepped off his sword onto a fuzzy nebula. There, I met
some young, hot stars; Less than a million years old, unlike me. Their cool pink glowed
against my pallor. They were happy for no reason. I kept walking. Where had our years
gone – these days and months and fights that seemed so long? I kept walking. Which
way was the river again? Or the park? I was not glimpsing any stars. How can I get lost
in a city with streets in grids. The reality of us hardened. I floated hidden and still. For
how long I cannot be sure. It was a silent dark that did not show any more light to me. I
was lost but did not need to be anything else for awhile.
Dr. Sumit Parikh is an emerging poet from Cleveland, OH. His work melds his Indian heritage with his experiences as a physician. He has previously been featured by the I-70 Review, Flipped Mitten, Akewi, Orange Peel, Roi Faineant and Intima. Some of his work can be seen at sumitspoetry.com. He is in a writing mentorship and workshop with Brian Evans-Jones, who is a Poet Laureate of Hampshire, UK, and winner of the Maureen Egen Writers Exchange Award from Poets & Writers. Sumit is a pediatric neurologist at the Cleveland Clinic and graduated with honors in English from Case Western Reserve University
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