The steps are smaller
Than my nimble feet remember.
I climb them two at a time,
The koels are still here
With their songs;
Masked bee eaters, spoonbills and sunbirds-
The season’s flavour-
Now add to the evening clamour.
Termites have built abodes
With the dust of abandoned dreams
And unused melancholy
On derelict walls –
Nostalgia has the nicest friends.
The house still stands tall but
Home has misplaced its landmarks;
There lives an abstract familiarity
Where a boy once scraped his knees bloody
On the landscape of possibilities.