Homing (3) by Hein Min Tun

June 14, 2024 | World Inker II | 0 Comment | 5:05 pm

summer returns/ its expected aura/ a devoted friend/

ecstatic butterflies/ their arabesque trails etched in the brightness/ the wooden slant of stairs/ aunt culling jealous harbingers in Mama's stygian heritage/ Mama assuring herself of her clinging youth with a mirror before her face/

across/ a spread of plot/ thudding footfalls awakening the dust into gleeful riot/ the dog family in frolic thwarted/ swearing in the dialect of their clan into the den retreat limping/

Mama's orchid garden/ my young heart spacious/ the home for the entire wideth of its permeating fragrance/

coconut trees/ the outliving sentinels observing the whims of my early spree silent as sages/

the roaming drum beaten/ my versatile tongue/ a devotional tune travestied as in Sri Mariamma's procession/ the calm wind eavesdropping/ budding March/ its stillness to be ruffled/Mama's sudden call within home