Poetry

At night when the stars flower in bunches
in blue-white, red and green colours
then on the air the fragrances of gardenia
and jasmine floats and comes in through the window
while the evening flower spreads her cups and does astound
and the wind rustles mischievous against windows and doors,
while the lizards hide against the chill in their crevices
and the corrugated roof groans from old age,
while the wind carries the laughter of people around tin can fires
where they are jolly early in the morning at the old mine compound
and I wonder if you are also missing me so intensely
where fences and walls do protect us
and in the distance an old gong resounds
when you are very deep in my thoughts.