IN THE WAKE...

IN THE WAKE...

In the light of the tunnel
in the sheen of the cave
in the glint of the deep sea corals
in the silvery meniscus of the anthill's depth
in the powdery silt of the fissures
in the sallow valley of a mother's womb
hope eternal springs:
a hidden cache beyond which
the mother lode of life.

House and I

House and I

Big house
quiet house
darkened house
shades and trellises drawn down
deafening silence inside

twitter and chirp of birds outside
somewhere an automobile squeals
a motorbike sputters by
white walls gaping back
television darkly staring vacuously

I rest my head back on the chair's headrest
close my eyes
a kaleidoscope of memories whirr
prayer bells ring
someone is offering puja
there is hope.

This house and I
we've grown intimate
to each other's smell.