the sun whales wait for me
text copyright Raj Arumugam, Nov 2007
four-thirty in the deserted streets
and as I turn at the bend
the sunrise sky still gentle opens
its wide mind before me
and whales with ochre tops and pink bellies
wait to say hello...
before they dive back into the ocean
later people say
how can you get up so early?
and I say:
ah, you don't know who waits for me...
the sun whales wait for me
text copyright Raj Arumugam, Nov 2007
picture: burningwell
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