FRECKLED GROUND (A POEM)
-
Janani K.S.
(India)
Sitting in the shade of a tall and broad
tree,
A giraffe and peacock at once,
I spot the light that flickers
Through the gaps in bald spots.
Like a diamond that reflects light,
The age-old ground shines,
Once here and once there,
As the leaves rustle in the howling
wind.
“Not just the moving leaves,” I tell myself
“Even when you move, the light
flickers”
I think as I look once again
At the shiny dappled ground.
Closing my eyes,
I think about life,
And the light.
Maybe the leaves would move
To create my favourite specks of light:
The ground turned freckled.
But, maybe, just maybe,
I could move and look
At the crystalline sparks
From a place I desire,
And the ever-changing freckles
From a different vantage.
But change is constant.
Until the death of the night
Buries the freckled skin.
Even then a new day looms large
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