Infinite worlds
lay at her fingertips,
her needle landscaped futures
up and down Jindhadaga
sewing rivers in the Ghats,
the great sloping mountains
of her childhood; Only now,
they taught her patience.
Especially during monsoon
when wild rushing rains
tumbled her days
slowing her work to a lull
and she would begin singing
‘This one’s for a wedding’
as a gecko perched on the sill
And she dreamed of her maharaja
And of love, laughing in silence


© 2012 S. Michaels
Along Silk Roads

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