Kanni M. writes

Return midway.

Needlessly,
I return midway
To reach home.

On a whim,
For no reason,
I wait on the way
To watch a Kaitha flower blooming

A feeling arises that
On the walk back
I may come across an ant-lion by chance.

In the scenes of my
Walk backward,
The bridge loosens itself from me.

I see the sky below.
I see myself.
Piercing my reflection,
First my breath
Then me
Immerse in the river.

The fish may raise a hue and cry
And swim away to join the sea.

With no apprehension
That the path may end midway
The bridge and the river
Will keep flowing. 

 --tr Ra Sh

 

 Reflection -- Kurt Wenner