Eclipse is when the moon stands in front of the sun
Looking for its reflection as a whole entity
Finding that it’s smaller and darker
A storm is when the wind and the rain turn my garden to muck
Monsoon is when young girls sway on the seats of tall swings
Monsoon is when the river swells and wipes away little towns on its
banks
In eyes like mine saline waters of a rising tide threaten but do not
spill
Doomsday recurs every day
With different names and in different garbs
Dark, deep and quiet
Dreams in the night become dreams of the night
Beauty of life remains undecided
For reasons like the peacock and its feet and its cry
I look for signs; I read the lines
In coffee cups, in sea shells and on the palm of my hand
I find you closer than myself, to me
I pray to keep and I let it bee
