In Ruins, Petulu, Bali

R. Nemo Hill



Why splice the spill of shapes
folding in at my door?
I adore
I adore -their droops and drapes

scattered about at random.
The effect is pleasantly ragged,
jagged -and smooth in tandem,

serendipitous rapture:
all those one-of-a-kind
designs -I cannot capture

any more than I can bid
be still the slow simmer
glimmering -under my eyelids

in a darkened bedroom,
but watch the dance of state
and wait
and wait -for sleep to come.