untitled and didactic

 The neem trees invade into you face

Prickling your brow 

Piercing into your eyes

What do they wish to tell you?

                                                    Think. 

                                                    Think.

                                                    Weep.

Open your pores,

                        And bleed

                                        Into the extraordinary kindness of this life. 

Before you

Canopies, canopies

                as far as the eye can see.

There are shadows for you to wallow

In until all your tears are done. 

These shadows are

The broken wings of angels. 

Quivering when the light shines on their tapestry. 

Little birds will fall to guide you

Teach you how to build your nest

and how to lose it too

And how to skip on with your grief

Huddle in your chest

Like a poem in a book of verse,

Like the birdsongs in their breasts.

The birds, the canopies, the shadows tell you. 

You, No mountain

Your heart, No rock. 

Your thought with the allure and the depth of the nighsky

Your love with the duality and the dynamism of the seasons. 

There is no constancy.

You. Nomad.  

You are a river

So melt into the earth

                                And

                                        Bleed

                                                Into the extraordinary kindness of this life.