Kavita EzekielWill you give me a night ride
on the magic carpet
of your wings?
Will you
allow me to see the world
from dizzying heights
brush the tops of trees and mountains
savour the taste of pure rain
before it falls to earth,
tip my shoulders with the sky’s inkiness
the sun’s vanishing yellow, the moon’s silver
the softness of a bird’s feather
against my cheek?
Will you give me a night ride,
smoother than a roller coaster
swooping down to glide gracefully
into a tree hole?
Will I see you?
if I bend low to peer into tree darkness
as the insects scatter
to make room for you to sleep
fur and all?
I saw you once from my classroom window
sailing down from a tree in daytime.
Did you perhaps confuse night with day?
or had you simply lost your way?
