Float

A stone ,in flight,set into motion,
shooting out through a dust cloud,
kicked up by a wheel of peace,
Slow motion, a liferaft safe in cohesive air,
greenery on the window pane.

Shells of holy smoke,intruders come and go,
spaced out,reaching an outcome,
somewhere in between a worry and a scene,
its filling up,cup to lip, song to soul,
a drench, a stone in place.


* dedicated to a trip to the tibetean settlement in Kushalnagar with Hemant