The night train derails
and a hill of stars spills on the tracks.
Villagers with shovels resting
on their shoulders admire
the shimmering matter, and the station
master in distress scratches an empty sky –
his arms entangle, whiten into a moon.
Under a sycamore tree, an old cat
plays with her shadow and wins.
Behind the gates of mute houses –
with black rocks in their pockets
and red knees, with improvised maps
and sketchbooks of imaginary animals –
the children wait for the next train.

Recent Publications
Deleted Scenes from Childhood [Ambit, issue 241]
Long-distance calls [harana poetry, issue 6]
Synchronicity [The Scores, issue 8]
Fragments from Children’s Age [Gutter, issue 21]