smokerings

[July, 2010]

on blue days,
ashen evenings i want
you to hold me,
our backs to the ground, our noses to the sky.
watch kites dive and swoop over old lahore.
on days with no rain you
and i will put the slow,
hungry earth to bed and
watch the tired ships slip
down, over the horizon.

hold me, i need your voice at my ear
your fingers in mine i want
you to point out the stars to me,
look, that one, asha:
we're so small
from where we stand.

we're so small,
unable to will this heavy world to
float. we're so small -
you, and i,
and hope.