Distanced

Toying a glass of wine Sitting alone in a chair with a broken leg On the make-believe balcony Of my log-cabin in the middle of a forest On the slope of a hill called destiny Tonight I remember you mother When I look at the oil lamp Swinging gently in earth scented night breeze In tandem with plantain leaves While the night’s dark mirror cracks With sound of wailing crickets A silvery string of ray from the thirteenth day moon Joins the lamp’s orange flame I see you walking along the fence of ferns yonder Carrying your old lamp Amidst a swarm of fireflies With their flickering wicks Seemingly mocking me Upon my distanced belonging I love you mama