These fearsome phantoms
Knock at my midnights
Consciousness flows by
And embedded in time,
I stand on its banks
Like a giant banyan
With an immobile future
Then the first scent
Of the mango blossoms
Whispers in my blood
The orange winter sun
Crawls out of the coconut frond
The sky above my house
Turns saffron and then white
Soon I give up guessing
Where the roof ended
And the white sky began.
13 Dec
