Skywalk Poem by Saroj Padhi

AT THE SKYWALK

At the skywalk that soars over the city traffic,
as we float with stars
inside the blue immensities of a low-lying sky
to pause and rest awhile
on the lap of soft rain
glistening on sprouts of grass
and shed the skin of life's grim realities,
we listen to exotic flowers
humming back to the wandering bees
in whispers of a moist breeze
under a fanciful umbrella
on the palms of an expansive bridge;

my hands catch the Bangkok Moon
nestling in the boughs of painted trees,
clouds unlock her luminous, scented braid
as past us in clusters they whiz;
swans of cool love swim in her eyes
like pet whales swirling in the pool
arousing waves of happiness to rise to the full,
I repose on the aroma of orchids
wafted by the wind
and listen to the songs of invisible bees
all around, as over sleepless flowers they drool.

Copy right: @ Saroj K Padhi/ July 2018