Kovalam

Kovalam

Stephen looks far out.
From the one-sided lashed town.
And me?

I sway in the seas violence,
My feet,
Now stumps in the Orange Coals.

On the Beach jackals gather,
The lighthouse beam fixed,
Like a postcard,

Already in the draw.
And In blue,
Clouds flash like lanterns,

Devine load shedding,
Replacing the stream:
Cut off by the monsoon.

11th April 2003