noontime and normal nothing
abnormal in the reach of the small
unskeining spool of fishnet thread
slipped drawn by the wind across
fingerprinted sand
caught in a scurrying
bent crab's knee
floated by wind and weed
lit by the sun
suddenly diminished sea
sound and tree sound plain
windsong
and a child
now too full of the events since
cries his heart out inside me
is
called back to
satisfactory
consoling
forgotten
taste
and sound
of small underthighs slapping
against cool wetted floor
hot windy day
you walk a little distance
over the humped grass crusted dune
where sunbaked
windblown
sand burns bare skin
covers and uncovers
an eyeless orange fishskin
bay grave
sea silenced for the unmoving minute
as sand uncovers a burrowing toe
single person singular one man walking carefully on
the stiff cold spiked weed patch path
over blown baked sand
in silence wind snatches
words
agitated
cross
out of context
from distant conversation
noontime and
a prayer is about to be said
for a child cradled
in the saffron arms of his father
for burial
on the other side of the hump
-June 28,1972
umashankar manthravadi
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