Apparition

Wind shakes the trees
A saw being bent and bowed
Rattling in your hand
While you hold sutras
Under your arm.

Maya says Abra Kedabra
Barefoot
Silent
Holding a snake flute
A soft-skinned gourd.

Perpetual Africa-cum-Dravidia
Drumbeats
Sunday-go-to-meeting melodies
Burst forth from
Fiery diamond hands.

The shooting star of mercy
Must have a bleak face
Carrying the weight of seers and
The baggage of saints.