Excerpt from "Amerika"


VII 

Incantations

English verses and riverbanks at midnight,
uncover the broken vases of whispers
hidden in Shakespeare’s country

as I cross the different faces of the wind,
a past I passed in words and dreams,
Yeats and Beckett, smoking sheesha
on Egdeware Road 

the mist, a room I could disappear in,
the odd colors found in Portobello Market
a way into – a small muse in London 

where I came to know
the silent rain inside of me
as the Thames had come
to the rhythm of my breathing.