Pome: Dream Until You Don’t Stop

Pic: Paradisio Publishing

Dream Until You Don’t Stop

i read East of Eden

by Steinbeck on a beach in Kerala

January ‘98

the sagacity of the word he put down

a potent thing

as if in convo

as if not dead

since ‘68

as if sat laying his musings across

the hot sand of southwestern India

the yellow sand

direct to me

the cliffs of the coast of southwestern India

behind in the hazed air

this country

55000 years

inhabited

this country

of Sanskrit

of Rigveda

and walking the boughs 26 years after

and hearing

the distant ghost train

the muscat red nags whinnying in the meadow

and across and through the ingot sheafs of wheat the

dream i once dreamed