it is a warm November night on a delta in India and at restaurant there with hand-carved wood balconies a person leans over the railing as their hand wraps around the etching of an elephant they stare into the dark, reflective water of a small tributary of some unnamed river while behind them thereβs a fan turning circles on the ceiling in metronome to a chorus of insects
I find the word "envisage" to be a beautiful synonym for imagine. This poem's meaning is open to interpretation, but I hope its visuals are vivid enough to set a thoughtful tone that doesn't need an explanation.