Bits and pieces of a bright blue sky splattered into my lap
falling through the thick canopy of dark green leaves.
Randomly cut, dissimilar pieces of joy
of unknown origin
refusing to form a pattern, a shape or a memory
stubbornly senseless but utterly bewildering.
I sat still, fearful of breaking those brittle pieces
of losing what was not yet fully formed
of what was not yet fully sense-making
hoping time to make me a gift
the universal energies to create
what is best.
A heart beat here, a racing pulse there
beneath the so-called calm and composure
A la Ahilya- wait for the savior, the messiah
kept tenterhooks of thoughts in place,
footsteps, door openings and creaking windows
the rush of the wind and the gentle breeze alike
caused patterns of distress till closing my eyes
I left time to work its magic.