Kite string lightening sun leading the way the winds have come by the cracked window with freshly washed hair I see the yard, mother, clearing the clothes line leafy faces, on well water out over the fields and flower beds spring rain on the harvest dripping down planet dusk small talk after droplet burials in the flowing stream
Tag: poems
Rustling
In the silence,
of a winter moon
we wrap up in whispers
unpack an old quilt
patchworked with a scent
of old people
Cloud Type
Over a sunken canoe
pass cumulus clouds
Hastening winds
chase their shadows
up the hills
So many meanings
in and out of sunlight
A pair of swallows
tear up
the sky
Back then
All I remember
The sound of tea
being poured
While wool
Disguised as fog
climbs up
closing the windows
The tick of the clock
interrupts.
Wake up early
Wind chimes
Send free
Their catch.
Lazy moonlight
Comforts
An early dawn.
Mockery
A cat splays,
Plays, and sunbathes
Teasing the minutes before the rain.
Eating through memory
Heavy from his feast
Through 3 years of letters-
Swaying silverfish.
Wear the weather
I like the way you wear the weather
Raining down the intersection
Between want and wonder.
If I killed all the clocks could I keep you?
Who would have thought, such long and lonely roads
Between your eyes and skull.
Umbrellas
You should never hasten
To unfurl your umbrella
Under the first drops of rain,
And the summer rays of heat.
With open arms feel it-
Heaven’s small offerings,
Breaking the old season.
Rijul Ballal 