the champa flower
supposing i became a champa flower
just for fun
and grew on a branch high up that tree
and shook in the wind with laughter and
danced upon the newly budded leaves
would you know me,mother?
you would call
"baby,where are you?"
and i should laugh to myself and keep quiet quiet
i should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work
when after your bath
with wet hairs spread on your shoulders
you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers
you would notice the scent of the flower
but not know that it came from me