Pausing

Jørgen Walentin Sonne – Young Lady looking at the Summer Night from an Open Door of a veranda

Pausing

The sun sets, splashes
into a pool of red punch, one brilliant flash
and gone.

The woman, with freshly shampooed hair
watches from the veranda, the air
scented with coriander and cardamon,

garam masala, and more–spices
like magic transform.
Now as the dal simmers and also the rice,

she thinks there is chutney to make, mangoes to slice,
but still, she pauses–

soon, the stars, like small dinghies will sail
their light pale, the first star a flying fish–
she looks up to make a wish,
and it blazes, vanishes with swift swish,

a single note in the universe’s tune
she hears the melody now, smiles
at the humming moon.

For Punam’s prompt on dVerse using Indian words that have become commonly used in English.

45 thoughts on “Pausing

  1. “soon, the stars, like small dinghies will sail
    their light pale, the first star a flying fish–”
    Beautiful poem Merril. Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much❤love

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