Travelling Light

Eat slowly. Read what you can by available light.
Take nothing with you
except the sky stencilled in the window

to picture the next stage in this journey
that will carry you past the poplars of home,
past scrub and palms to the unyielding sea.

And when the train stops at the last beach,
forget the harmony of the spheres
that you thought to find in hard things and fluent.

Put your bag down and look
at the reef that gashes
through the ocean's tablecloth

and the meteors that light up
the moon's silences.

[for Baiju Parthan]

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