I enter a day in memory
That had come from nowhere
And vanished with only a trace
In the dark corners of the mind.
It had come from nowhere
A two hour train ride from town
In the dark corners of the mind
Where a goddess myth was hung.
A two hour train ride from town
Parvati had dropped a shining limb
Her goddess myth still hung there
In hills, waterfalls, a still lake.
Parvati had dropped her shining limb
Eluding a grieving Shiva’s grasp
In hills, waterfalls, a still lake
Made infinite by the clamor of birds
Eluding a grieving Shiva’s grasp
And awestruck by his insistence
The infinite of the clamoring birds
Is what I would like to recover now.
So awestruck by the insistence
Of a field of betel leaves and vines
What I would like to recover now
Is the glowing under a pristine sky
Of a field of betel leaves and vines
Like a goddess’s fallen shining limbs
Glowing under a pristine sky
A missing limb with a phantom ache.
For a goddess’s delicate shining limb
That had vanished nowhere
A missing limb with a phantom ache
I enter a day in memory.
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