J's Musings

Sunlight shatters on the surface of the lake,

Tiny glimmers riding square waves;

Summer forms beads on my forehead –

The thought of you like a broken record,

In the back of my mind.

The daisies dance in the cool breeze,

Will it bring you back?

This breeze –

I waited on the cool pavement in autumn,

The grey pretty against orange maple –

At a field in spring;

Winter passed me by,

Wrapped in a blanket that should have been your arms –

Do you plan to come?

Summer soaks my shirt,

My pants are rolled up to my knees,

I have learnt to press ice against my neck.

Maybe it is better if you don’t come-

I would only be hotter in the warmth of your embrace.

Can we let summer pass us by too?

Meet in a cold spring shower,

Soaked to the bones.

Or on a cold autumn morning,

Neither my drink nor my leather jacket enough to keep me warm,

Back to the habit of being in your jacket;

Can I see you this winter?

Have your arms around me?

Stay warm –

Anne Michaels said the shortest poem is a name;

I write yours like it is,

Except when I’m chanting it like a prayer-

What is the difference?

Both are read again and again to find peace,

Grounding.

When you do come,

Can you break my sunlight into a million tiny shards?

And help me glisten off of your waves?

I’ve only ever known about being able to form beads on foreheads –

Can you show me how I glisten?

Summer will leave soon,

Visit me in spring,-

Let me into your umbrella,

Or soak to the bones with me…

-Janhavi

Sorry for the late post, I was travelling :]