Shadow Dance at Galle Face

 

Pic by Rukshan Abeywansha

Sand-water intersections

watch and move

the tides of days and nights

arrive and depart

in the resolve of revolve,

somersaulting through immemoriality

wading in feet-wet delight

not because it is evening

not because it's sun-dip time,

but earth and water

wind and fire

go through motions

choreographed at the beginnnig

work to the end

of all resolves

where human form

is line in a many-lined history.

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Kanneliya undertones

Pic by Sakuna Gamage

The wide sweep tells

of large things broad 

the pretensions of the wide-angle

history's grandeur 

carves the boundaries of the licit,

but in the underbrush of life

as drop and skein

a color slip and parasite

there's another weaving

smiling at the broad brush

and strident painter 

of tall tales and kings,

that's narrative too;

softer though

in the revelation

of lesser anxieties

the subtext of foliage

and processes 

passed over for comment.

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Myself

Not proxy

with power of attorney,

not second-best or second-rate,

not default or consolation prize,

flawed and feared perhaps

object of ridicule
failure too

and at times
absentee landlord

but still welcome

through the doors of hurt and annoyance

a faltering voice

that is heard

even when singing out of tune,

a number one in a one-number numerology

an aksharaya that’s irreplaceable:

that’s who I am,

to her

and her,

I like to think.

 

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Alchemy

Pic by Tharindu Amunugama

And those alchemists

the honest ones

for whom metal was metal

and not plastic and bonds,

yes those ancient ones

and the new

the turn-to-gold

of labor

and by way of usurpation

legal and otherwise,

did they not have eyes

or mind

or heart

to see universe in sand-grain

the elemental transformation

the exercise of suzerainty by gold

and end of day

and the happy relinquishing to silver

come dawn?

[Inspired by the photography of Tharindu Amunugama]

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