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




Granite Stone

We used to
look at each other
your look:
blue, unwavering, unfailing
into mine:
brown, eager, playful
our smiles:
sunlight into raindrops
but we didn't know then that we had
dropped the rope.

Somewhere a granite stone
was waiting and waiting
to be engraved with:
In loving memory of "We"
      1995 to 2000
the moon and her stars convened
to watch


Now
there is You.
there is Me.

I saw you this morning:
I on the number 1,
on course my wobbly life
You
waiting to cross
against a tide of traffic
missing the number 7
frustration on your face
— lines I've learned to read

tides never cooperating...





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Copyright 2005 by Krisha Wignarajah
Electronic edition, 2005. ISBN 1-896362-35-4
Print edition forthcoming. ISBN 1-896362-36-2