Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Poem Interlude


"[The elder twin of the divine being, Krishna,] Lord Balarama's transcendental form eclipses many millions of glistening moons."

India must be as strange
for him as for me, the little boy
whose blue twin dashes across
the room as he never will. Clasped
on laps or slouched on the floor,
the boy on the snake is not the one
people see first - and
his eyes know this as they know
how to light up when something
magical seems to be dancing
in the ordinary air all around.

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