Screams
of delight
throaty & muffled
may be by a deviant bird
or two
float-jumping from leaf to leaf
as these gusts shake the peepul tree
& our hair & our world
turn wet
see-sawing on creepers
in this night
in this night
when we are lifted into
the moon
drenched by timely rains
not reaching anywhere
in final conclusion
hands grasping at phantoms
shifting vapors into
self-releasing mirages
never holding never
denying
who can state
who can claim
to have finally reached
the shore
that is safe
on the other side
beyond heaven
