Friday, 5 May 2017

2 Poems by Monika John

Banyan Time
            (Rishi Valley, India)

Time is neither day nor night
not hours or measure of man.

It is uncounted birds
singing in the banyan’s shade.

It is the seasons’ winds
rushing through its leaves.

It is another vine
rooting in the ground.

It is ten thousand moons
reflecting in its crowns...

            and to dangle my feet
            from tall stone benches

             in the shelter of an old banyan tree
            is to relive a time when I was small

             and the dome of a cathedral
            was as close and as far away as God.


Yellow Flower
            (Huangshan Mountain, China)

A frail stem clings
to barren rock.
Bright petals shimmer
like sunrays -
            joy in foggy gloom.



Bionote

Monika John is a writer and, lawyer and world traveler living in the Pacific Northwest.

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