Monsoon here, hear

21/9/2012

Here,

in the garden, with the wind, with rain

rotting the roots of the papaya tree

I hear battering rhythm of pellet, here

the rain, unceasing to me, comes back,

then goes away, then back

I hear watery rhythm of breaker, here

the rain, tiring after the afternoon workout

thinking to take a break

I hear quiet rhythm of nothing, here

by the back, the pepper plant, cut  by amah,

bamboo, flowering bunga raya,

I hear perfume rhythm of aroma, here

the rain beginning to fade away

the wet air remaining, to heat one maybe

I hear molecular rhythm of heat, here

the sun on its western way home

night insect begin to play in the tree

I hear night-time rhythm of wing rubbing, here

I am in the night, just me

they are out, or away far from the place

I hear whirring rhythm of the fan breeze, here

I ask a question.

Why, in the night, there might be a rainstorm again

I hear the atom rhythm of an empty brain, here

 I wait, but for what I might ask

in a night of nothing here for me

I hear the talking rhythm of me talking to me, again and again, here

I hear nothing here