And then the rain comes down,
but gently, as though it knows
not to carry a typhoid -
In the heat, the dripping heat,
I am miles away from the peace
that comes dropping slow;
But here I find a different peace,
the kind that took 21 years -
I say ‘took’ and not ‘takes’,
Because it could just be me
that moves at mammoth pace,
a slow pachyderm, if that’s the right term.
©Shaista Tayabali, 2018
For Dverse Poets
