On a Rooftop in Uttarkashi

03Apr08

On a Roof in Uttarkashi

I raise my arms to reach for the pale green moonlight
filtering through the fragile trees.
That light when it touches our faces
gives the appearance of ethereal beings
either divine or the strangers we are to one another.

I’ve raisied my heart to Kali
Shiva, Allah, Buddha
angels, demons, even djinn
Ghosts both holy and profane
And cried for the losses I did not know I had incurred.

I’ve raised my eyes to holy words
in books with pages made of
dust and ash and blood
Then run my fingers over the fine raised filigree of lettering
only to erase what I had read

I now raise what is left of my soul
at the end of the day
And after all the wondering and wishing
waiting and wanting
Just to lay down on a rooftop
And laugh at the stars.
And find what I was looking for at last.

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