Lullaby

 

A ball of wood.
The wood is from India,
some soil still hanging on
in its grooves, wrinkles and laughter lines.
It's bouncing so high
to kiss the clouds 

Inside the ball
a fair few Gods have gathered
and marble raindrops are bouncing
to and from the Gods

Inside each raindrop
one lotus flower
two girls hip-hop hoping
from one petal to another
around and around and around and around,
pigtails flying in rhythm  

The long, thick roots of each lotus flower
quietly spinning
in rhythm to the pigtails
deep in Indian soil.

The soil just being kissed
by the morning sun
rising over the River Ganga,
and two women by the riverbed
singing a sweet lullaby.