No Place Is Permanent Poem by Shyamashri Ray Karmakar

Minutes moonwalk in my garden
behind the bedroom wall.
Inside my sunshine kitchen
the pitunia grows pink in her bed
spreads her wings to a new dawn
turns into a bubble.
Full of cadence and tune
the vibrant xylophone
Lifts my spirit to the ice-sprinkledrocks,
moves back and forth.
fathoms it falls and flows
I breathe blue and deep.
the vernacular sun beams
luminous on my skin
wax me more
before they scramble
towards evanescence.