Monsoon winds brewed in the afterlife
Have made landfall, concealing daylight.
I’ve come to see with you in the dark,
The flame you’ve nursed inside;
Is it the Sun god reclaiming a false night?
Providing us cover from the breached dam?
What snakes through the crack in the wall?
That solitary ray which fills the pot
And streaks your spot in the bed,
Mapping out for us
The driest places on earth?