GRACE NOTE
water is a woven light, knit
by gliding looms of wind
you scan the lake shore for
the grey heron’s wingspan
once an almost invisible
sibilance now vanished
into the sea of sky
instead a lone grace
note plays its white
key on waters’
edge the long
necked lean of
a solitary egret as
it waits the loom
lifts scent of wild
fennel into swirls
of sweet about
you, tiny yellow
clusters are
galaxies enthroned
in blue, “sky-clad” as
the yogi would
say, if you bite
the seedpods
bitter at once gives
way to an ephemeral
bliss you taste
the lost confluence of
geography and memory
green isosceles triangles
of paan coming through
the rolled down car
windows when you were
six and the garlanded night
itself was the longed for
bridegroom
© 2011 Sophia Pandeya
