LatinosUSA

I walk near the dry falls a few times, looking at

all these- the perfect scribble on the orange leaves

a patch of white clouds, a blue sky, a tiny fall leaf

drops on the white stream.

I must walk over the water.

Light flickers through the cracks of dailyness,

the smallest birds are flying among the trees,

when I am thinking of you,

I know you will come at the night,

flying on your enormous wings

eating the seeds of my fear.

Lying down to the tenderness of grass

I feel it suffices, it is magical,

the evening light melts away into the hiding moon.

I can’t sleep now, waiting for your arrival.

There is nothing but light, only light exists.

@gopallahiri