Animated patterns of light and dark,
quavering here on the wall beside me.

Through this window glass
from another century,
denuded branches
dance --
But only apparently.

From where I sit in this bicycle rickshaw
everything is in motion.

Balloons, massed into colourful clouds,
ride in the rickshaw just ahead.

Brahmin cows walk by, unconcerned
by the tiny cars speeding and honking.

People of every age and description
walk towards the stalls and shops.

From where I sit in this bicycle rickshaw
pale pink sari fluttering around me,
all is completely still and silent,
*even as everything is in motion.

..Mars..
..Venus..
..Jupiter..
..Moon..
Line dancing
...together...
just hours before dawn.

Tonight,
take me with you!

I promise not to tell
where your secret dance hall is hidden....

Eyes opening to quiet wonder
in the stillness
of night.
My young mother
beside me.

Top bunk bed
positioned by my father
for a view of
the cosmic smile...

Our
bridge,
shining with light
way at the top of
Manhattan Island.

"Look what the tooth fairy brought to you."

In one graceful hand
my mother held
a nickel,
flowering majesty
shone huge, and white
in her other hand.

Each of us tenderly new
to this magical
manifestation
of love.

Transcendent sleep
is still a rarity
for me
and
such a gift
when it comes

Beautiful
and
Improbable.

Like so many
of our
human
relationships.