Dawn

                     I lost my blue comb of many years to the Andaman seas (Year 2010)

I walk at dawn,
To where the eucalyptus sheds its leaves,
The air envelops,
To break the horizon free.

But the world shrinks, within,
With careful betrayal of spirits,
A call from the past,
Takes me to where I was;

At home, a cup of tea waits,
Already grown cold.