Hoping To Meet Her, Again, Soon Poem by Shailen Karur

my trinkets are all a-broken, they fell pall-mall to the floor
as I watched the green lawn glisten with the dew of the morning
my customary black bird fussed in only the noisy way she can
while two squirrels' pretense at immobility was comical beyond their bright dark eyes
a few crows cawed in the periphery, it promised to be a desultory day
if still waters are deep, the still air promotes a myriad flies' sultry-settle on moist bushes
the tendrils of a creeper wait like the parasite it is to intertwine itself around whatever it is that's closest
an uncalled for tear found its way past the crevice of the sinus to settle in a nook by the upturned smile, salt and all
the moat of my mind is being cleansed today: tomorrow will find it in repair under the drawbridge of my understanding
and yet the effulgent eludes me, I can only but wish for some grace to descend, give succor, and dance me away into the warmth of the cocoon of my finite bliss: so wait I shall