I Met a Man Once, a Poet

I met a man once, a poet

who wrote when the clouds brought darkness

He said it was only then that he saw the light of his mind

In pouring downfalls and thundering booms 

he wrote of how he missed the Sun

and I watched him, a man suspended in the watery present

sitting and dreaming of the rays of past and future

He said it was only in the dark that he could remember light

And when the Sun came he was baffled

for the way its rays fell upon the blades of the grass and the eyes of laughing children

was not as his hand had written

and he forsook paper and pen until monsoon next

for it was only then, he said, that he could see the light of his mind

Last I heard, he was chasing the rains.