Compelled

Mountains of Mauritius by Mira Boolell Khushiram

Mountains spike the horizon, and I’m still

compelled by those gradients, though I’ve climbed

sudden roadside slopes, sprawling limbs of hills,

the mist enclosed mounds of light and time,

the steep caves in which rivers turn and swill,

churn and chuckle, moult off skins, ice and rime,

and plunge through tight fists of boulders, downhill.

The nests of all change and all paradigms.

Yet they are too far, distance flattens steep

to gentle, and smooths the mist to a thread

of smoke from a dung fired mud stove, that creeps

serpentine into hill roads. And into my head.

Should I turn away? because the seabed’s

less daunting than a scree-sharpened, rougher sweep? 





This is part of a series of on-going collaborations between me and architect-artist Mira. Read more about her and how it all happened here. Thank you Mira, for gracing my walls here with your lovely colours.