Longing
©October 27th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
And the rain drips like a reminder:
Everything gets washed clean.
Everything gets eroded.
Everything gets reshaped.
Everything begins anew.
In the meantime, the cold
Shrivels up leaves.
My dog lies still, contemplating
Nothing, knowing our unease,
Providing her own kind of solace,
A true bodhisattva.
We give each other solace,
She and I.
I remember when I was young,
I remember love and loss,
Remember upspringing hope,
But now, today, in this unrelenting rain,
Memory is useless, and longing
Is for the young.
I type words on a screen,
And feel a sudden
Flash of forward-vision
Looking back at myself,
Now, longing for something.
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