I’m asked “How are you, what’s new”
Reluctant, I hesitate
stumbling to reconcile the triviality with
the enormity of the question.
“I’m good, not much” i answer
thinking of how I struggle to stop time,
how the light has changed as we move towards summer,
my days extended,
how the sweet ripeness of mangoes delights me
and the morning hours are never enough
how I cry, how I smile, how I love.
Come, sit with me by the pool,
hear the breeze ripple across the water,
watch the light move by and the shadows move on,
hear the stories of my days
in silent stillness
then you’ll know how I am and what’s new.
This is the sight and light of my life.