The pomegranate split open
Jeweled on the inside
The sunlight stopped being
wishy-washy
Around the whitewashed room
And turned into liquid love
Pouring itself into me
Buds arranged themselves in whorls
on
Dark bark stark against the winter
sky
To celebrate
The play of shadow and light
On a weakly warm January morning
Bleakly lit up an imaginary
archway
On the solid wall
I suddenly knew
Why the caged bird sings
I sang too
To my utter disbelief
To celebrate
Songs forgotten over a lifetime
Came back to me to and made
perfect sense.
My feet could almost feel the
sweet
Tickle of grass unabashedly
growing
Under my feet!
Memories of fireflies in June
Put on a show
In the theater of my mind
To celebrate
~ Sonali
