night

night is another dimension
exisiting right next to our days

waking up early
i watch the last stars fade into dawn

orion, venus, - and there, an owl
sitting like me, sitting outside

present, then gone
just like the dreams

that roamed my sleep
without leaving a trace

Time to Sit and Stare

It was a night of pouring rain. The last fury of the monsoons. In the morning, a hazy sky. Clouds hanging heavy still, almost wondering if they were to pour their woes. Dozens of pigeons swinging on the telephone wire in front of the house.

And then, for just a moment, a faint peek from a tired sun. A straggled crow lay in wait. Framed for that moment in black. Just a moment.