We have traversed green corridors
Roofed with entwined branches,
Balanced on mossy stone walls
To reach the enchanted centre,
The mirror-still olive green heart
That holds memories of vanished clouds,
Russet trees, of a time
When it was loved, when people
Came for water, when children
Frolicked in the glassy surface.
At times it was loved
There were those who stretched out
Their arms, leapt from weighted stone
To become one with the green depths.
Thus abandoned, obliterated
From all maps, it grew sullen
And walled itself in with trees.
Yet here in the centre of all things,
In this living cathedral I say to you:
More lives love you than you know.
Today golden Orioles, Asian koels
Bleed their song to you. Cicadas trill,
The crystal notes
Like dragonflies that skip across
And kiss your waters.
Trees bend their branches
Over you, bronze-lit by sudden shafts
That open up bright wells in you
Greener than new grass.
And when I and all of us
Are gone, still you will remain,
Deep heart holding images
Of clouds long passed.