the phone call from the psych: she’s taken it badly. I know, I say.

the climb
for the moon
not this
not this

*

about to wrap myself in her scarf I stop.

what if I loose my sense of her?

worse
things

I tell
myself

happen
at sea

*

the truculence of children. on and off the rain

jumpers
do they see the sky
above

Samar Ghose