“When
I am alone I become my friend” – Sybil Wettasinghe
When
I am alone
A
child comes running
along
a nondescript niyara
wades
across canal
holds
my hand
drags
me to king-coconut days
of
play houses and roasted Jak seeds.
When
alone
I
walk from time to time
peer
into eyes that have not aged
gather
grandmother’s love
mother’s
admonishment
and
after fuss and tear their work have done
flop
on chair or floor
they
with their chores
and
I in the circles of protective eyes.
When
I am alone
I
toss my passport into the Kelani Ganga
take
flight from Hanwella
attend
rallies and meetings
visit
coffeeshop conversation
lovers
and love-making
from
before and after.
When
I am alone
I
roll like a pebble in a river
find
traction in a bicycle chain
and
wait for all the sunsets
I
had missed.
Comment
Ah that blissful moment when I am alone
ReplyDeleteYou transported me back to my glorious childhood in the ancestral mahagedara setting of king coconut, roasted jak seeds and kurumbetti machine. Aroused a lot of nostalgia. So many sunsets had been missed and so many dawns too...
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