in sunny meadows on hilltops and whistling under giant mango trees on steep summer slopes.
[fact #3: everything's spinning]
I lie waiting for friends looking at camel-shaped time.
What good is philosophy when you have the thighs of the many-limbed earth to rest on?
[fact #2: to keep pace with nights, half our souls are black]
At the edge of the river the night comes a-blinding on bat wings.
I look at the mountains and tell them:
I WANT TO LIVE LIKE YOU!
[speculation #1: machines may take over the world, but will they be writing poetry?]
Moonlight on a signpost on my walk back home: ‘Trespassers will be Prosecuted.’
I get back into my 2BHK flat – a quick flip in the dictionary to know what BHK means today: blasted halfway kettledrum; yesterday it was boronia hessian koan.
A glance at the corner of the room comforts me – it’s given over to spiders
[fact #1: Our only responsibility is to sing our children back into wild spaces]