How much time must lapse
Until one returns,
Swiftly trot down the path, cross the jamun
Dust at my feet, wildflowers brimming from my arms
And suddenly arrive at your door.
Eventide. Lantern flame flickers in the kitchen corner.
Pulling at your veil with your spice-smeared fingers
“How long has it been”.
The courtyard sprinkled with grapefruit blooms!
The quiet winds of March
Firefly reflections on the pond.
So many images from so many days.
Yet, one can barely return.