Is what I see from my tranquil zone.
A Moorhen disappears
Leaving shadows of me and my book-racks
Trembling on the water-surface.
Now, I’m walking out of my world
My feet numb in coldness.
And now I see cocoons and centipedes
United in the darker places like Escher’s etchings-
Slithers a native snake, tadpoles jump like fairies…
I’m walking over the fence
And over the swamp,
Six feet above; casting a huge shadow;
I look like a violent drop of ink.
While looking back
Away from the arthropods,
Now I see my window:
The water and
A couple of upside-down birds-
My book racks-
My perfunctory knowledge.
While I stand in mid-air
Muscular trees cast their shadows
On the window-pane.
My two worlds collide,
In a secret, secret juxtaposition…