Trancelucence

We Know The Green Language

We know the green language, you and I

The open fingered feeding on sunlight

High notes of summer’s currency peaking

Gold freckled on the cheeks of eggshell sky

We know the green language, you and I

The wind that whips the leaves off autumn’s lips

In hungry licks and slow full-circled sips

Slip-swirling at our feet like dervish sighs

We know the green language, you and I 

We are pilgrims of the unmarked shrines

Made and unmade on the shores of skin

We are mendicants of madness, the loud

Silence of atoms, moving yet still

In the old hearts of bearded banyans,

Hollow as armpits, holding us aloft

As the city speeds by, numinous, unaware

We know the green language, you and I 

The one that turns ochre, crimson, vermilion

And burnt sienna, on the pages of our eyes

The one that knows us, knows the ache

As we leave these rooms of leaf and roots

Slowly bleeding off the margins of time…

Sophia Pandeya