|A lamp my son painted many years ago which is lit every Diwali since.|
My moon is rising somewhere far from me.
All nights are moonless darkness over here
and not one lamp in brass or clay's ready
to take on its obligations this year.
Phases, waxing, waning, it's all the same -
the days weave into nights, nights into days,
the wicks are peeved and won't take on a flame
and neither be ordered into arrays.
Without my moon what do I celebrate,
what occasions on the calendars to mark?
and how to observe rituals of this date
with lamps that are hellbent on being dark?
Teardrop shaped darkness instead of light;
empty clay; and rebel wicks in white.
Strange sort of Diwali this year. On the one hand, everyday I celebrate the son who's gone off to uni. But on the other, there's no reason to celebrate Diwali with a gazillion lamps and the usual paraphernalia. A single lamp and a darkened house feels appropriate. And celebration enough.
Happy Diwali to you!
And happy autumn! to you, if you're not celebrating this specific festival.