waiting for the moon

waiting for the moon

i sit under the stars, waiting for the moon.
it's late tonight.
with me in my balcony, two new roses await too.
the cool śiśira purvai comes and goes
and far on the hillroad, moving vehicles create haikus with their light.

like flowers blooming on a summer's night
my body is fragrant with contentment
being here, having enough time in my day
and space inside me, for waiting
whenever the moon is late.

. . .

sunday night
the nineteenth
māgha