Pic courtesy: Los Angeles County Museum of Art (pic in public domain in wikimedia commons)
With bold lead,
I traced the details of every ritual,
giving an outline to our relationship.
I diligently recited the words
as revealed and bound.
Soon the words broke their prescribed columns,
till few notes and human breath
oriented them again.
Unbound they flourished into a song;
filling me to the brim.
With my head thrown back in defiance,
I swirled, as my feet skimmed the parched earth,
while the stretched hands carved my legacy in thin air.
Through the flickering white of semi-closed lids,
I glimpsed,
the journey of a man becoming a child again.
