Poems

Another Word for It

Different blues
in sky and waves.
The cloud hums a dream
of eyes open.
So what will this day be like,
this garment of moments?
The ball of thread
that knits time
taps the sleepy stones.
 
There may be a better way
to say this
some other day.
 
 
28.5.2001
From ‘Patthar Ho Jaayegii Nadii, Stone-River