My Mother's Village

My Mother's Village

If you visit my mother’s village 

there is nothing much to see.

There is a banyan older than my

great-grandfather’s thoughts,

a few houses older than a few cities,

a temple older than my mother

and boundless rice fields larger than

the dreams of the farmers there.

There is nothing much to see

for me either. I feel I have grown

older than my maternal house.

Still if you wish to visit it

get to some rooftop on a rainy day,

listen to the rain whispering to leaves 

and see how a village swings 

between two jungles.

There is nothing much in it—

just that triviality seems dearer to life here—

a feather swayed by the wind.

Author: Lynn White

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