from everywhere

You live and lean in the English sunlight
that shines every day
from your hair down to your shadow,
buzzing with an air of freshness
tied around your wrinkled dress
like the scent of early rain showers.

You fall like a dream into revolving silkworms
gestating with breaths of flight in their skin
knitting freedom thread by thread.

You take offense like the butterflies
and cringe like the clattering pebbles at the seashore.

I wait for the arrival of your voice
to steal the deafness of the stones we skipped together,
to chase away the Indianness off your cheeks
and travel places from here, to everywhere.