Fugitive

Lost, unhappy man,

go look for yourself

in a nutshell,

in the elusive fragrance of embraces that weren't,

at the doorstep of a time that slipped

between the hands of a clock

at midnight and dawn,

in the gaze that held and let go,

in a conversation that should have not taken place,

in the heat of other people's quarrels,

in the stupor of unsubstantiated claims

in the quiet ungiving of presence,

in a glass of water following touch

in the grace of the holy blend of eye with eye;

and in the melody of a blue guitar

the broken paper of a kite

on an avenue or a paddy field,

in starlight or in the in-between of a firefly's riddle,

in a weed and a petal, a bird's nest and a whistle

a pathway to the smashed mirror that is she,

and then

if kindness is longer than anger,

sad traveler,

you may,

find a way home.

[from the collection 'Threads' shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2007]

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