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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