Twin rocks

Beyond houses to be,under the clouds sitting like cats on a high border wall.The villager goes up to a stone quarry ,a hammer high on shoulder ,like child perched harmlessly on fathers shoulder. He breaks a few mountains for houses.

He goes up the opening in border wall and down he slides onto the other side. Beyond the wall stand two rock sisters at first silent before all total strangers but open up when the sun is really hot.

Between them,the twin rocks have child banyan an illegitimate child of a bird dropping recently green by the last months rain as streams of silver rain slid from tops like new born snakes from a way bush.

The twin rocks are not the red ones of shadows promised by the old poet to show you fear in a handful of dust. Our older shadows are lying sprawled on morning feelings for banyan child. The scene is too pastoral for such gloom. The villager’s hammer is not for them.