even the vaguest puffs cast shadow here
the smoke from the chimney. a cloud
in the throat of a kingfisher on the tracing
paper sky when winds rattle trees this way
/ that way \ this way / that way \ this way
long roots of tall trees still drink from
last week's rain. koels on them with eye
red like bullets. traces of a leaf miner on
a tomato leaf like a labyrinth of an unknown
country. too many torches beam in the dark
of a noisy coop. so much light that we forget
what we were looking for. a wild cat leaps off
three chicks in its jaws. two the eagles plucked
away in broad daylight. on a bright morning
I stand out in an easy-chair inside the house
hands once firmly clasped when unfurled
giving away something of a vague puff
like the green paint from a donated bench
on the bright morning, monkeys raise pinch
guavas before they cross the bridge back into
the bananas \ rubber / coconuts \ mountains
they raise it like lazy gods blessing bored
pilgrims who just came out of the mountains
still rubbing their eyes with sunrise
~Ajay
30/12/2019
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bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
