I Can Touch The Light in Your Eye

~ a poem ~

“Monsoon in a Sorcerer’s Garden” egg tempera miniature on hand-made paper by Farida Haque

How long ago

was it,

as we drove

along sleek

brown of a

swollen canal,

that you asked

me to watch

in silence,

as silver shards

Of lighting

lit up the world,

to watch

the dance of

monsoon raindrops,

hear water

orchestras of thick

little explosions

sounds of which

rose in

thunderous

undulations,

then softened

into a punctuated

percussion

filled with

silent yearnings

for an

immortality of sorts,

and

cropped wet grass

under

billowing willows

was

a glow of green fire,