Monday, December 16, 2013

someday



today’s young bride will someday sit with the older women
at the prayer-gatherings. not on the floor but on chairs
and stools hastily put next to the stairs already taken
as they discuss their aching knees and other such cares

today’s young son-in-law will someday be amongst
the elders of the family with his long beard going white
his consent in the family’s matters will be a must out of respect
for the authority of the wise wrinkles around his patient eyes

and maybe a young son or daughter will look upon them
and see them differently for once from across the room
and wonder - in a way unprecedented - what they were like when
they were young and unsure – a newly-wed bride and groom 



Sunday, December 15, 2013

on a day like t’day



on a day like today you mustn’t be indoors
so come away, be done with your chores

lets walk into the wind heads held high
climb to the mountain tops and fly

or just fall
screaming our hearts out


Saturday, December 14, 2013

paraphrasing the god of small things



where is the morality in hurting people?
and why are some kinds of hurt allowed?

whom
are we allowed to hurt?
and how much?
and how?


Friday, December 13, 2013

an old church somewhere



turreted towers and coconut trees
standing tall over shingled rust-coloured roofs
the white walls slaked with  lime

stone steps sagging in the middle
worn by deadened feet and weary hooves
and by indefatigable time