Outside is waif like wind
inside it is dark
outside, silence
an incantatory song.
Living is this, the inside
and the outside.
There are festivities as well
no reason. Why reason
when there is none?
Outside darkness exudes light.
I see speckled skies,
dotted, various and,
washing hands to maintain
cleanliness. Outside and inside.
Just a facade.
What matters is why dogs
do not bark, why aroma
of spring has not arrived.
Winter's night exudes poise.
And we wait for heady days.
Spring or Summer.
In the morning
I will search for sparrows.
