CHICKEN IN COCONUT

spent yesterday
and tomorrow.

with ideas for company.

today -

life throbs in the toast.
it gurgles in soap bubbles.
is satiated
with water, like my ferns.

sucks salt with the chicken in coconut.
sips on tea, is intoxicated by coffee.

is a date with MS' Suprabhatam.

pencil marks on paper

calamine dots on face

scratches on the CD.

a burnt tongue

soothed feet

aching knee

rested eye.

a lonestar scorches the sacred sky -
it mingles with the merry mist.
and my words.

I am alive.