Activating Search Mode 123... Poem by Mandira Mitra

Oh why are the winds so wild today,
And the skies so sizzling blue,
Birds unusually vocal
As if on Richter Two?
Why are flowers beset with bees
Frolicking in ones and twos and threes
Oh why are the sage and sanguine trees
Craning to touch me as release
From roots that ache, or to please
Me into songs anew?
Tell them, I am no more
Not one, but half, till I restore
What Zeus cut up in two-
Trekking at Pyrenees or Istanbul
O my missing half,
Where are you?