There is a place
Where sand rushes out with the waves
trying to pry shells which cling to wet feet.
Where coconuts shells become brass vessels
to cook a feast over an imaginary fire.
Where palm tree shadows bend to merge
with the patterns that sun and sand create.
Where the wind whispers mischievous secrets
that delight the soul in idyllic solitude.
Where notes come floating unheard yet tender
as if frivolously flirting with a lyrical gale.
Where time moves with the lassitude of summer
making bells forget their rings and resonance.
Where billowing clouds impersonate buried desires
filling in the thirsty gaps with tremulous drops.
Where the greens and the blues blur effortlessly,
never needing to define the melting palette.
to name the place or remember the date
to unearth a purpose for living in that speck of time.
There is a place in every space
If you can look softly enough
© Reena Prasad
Published in the anthology Musings- a mosaic