BRAIDS by Krisha Wignarajah

CONTENTS

It is raining...

Braids

Birds have wings...

Flies buzz...

It is evening...

Grade Two

I go home...

Wellawatta Outdoor Bazaar

Curfew

Amappa's Eyes

Islands

I reached out...

Evening Walk

Awakening shadow...

The Flight

A Robin's Bath

The Heron and the Swan

War on a Mango

Tea with Dadda

Granite Stone

Sigh with the wind...

Today, I have gone back...

About the Poet

Acknowledgements

Chapbook Home

Friday Circle Home

Braids

by Krisha Wignarajah

Amappa's Eyes

I
March time river.
Couldn't tell
whether jade or black — like your eyes.
Hiding leaves of last fall
beneath its flow
and styrofoam of summers
floating, receding into hazy past.

II
Snow
dewy with spring
lightly crusts over
the jade or black river
like your cataracts.