Under the Sky, Under a Tree, Remembering …
©January 20th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
We walked through puddles, talking, laughing.
The sky was broken into salt mirrors on sidewalks,
And no birds sang.
We followed the dog who followed her nose,
And our tiredness fell away a little,
Like a dress falling off a shoulder,
Still on, but carelessly so.
Will I remember this day?
Will I remember this as I remember a day
Long, long ago, when I was thirteen, or fourteen,
And lay under a rich, emerald tree in Madras,
And drank the lemon light
Spilling like a stream of green-gold,
Slipping between leaves and falling on my eyelashes?
I remember that day.
There was nothing else to it:
Just a tree and light and me,
Absorbing it all, and growing, like Daphne,
Into a tree.
I would like this more than anything.
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