The place that is No place
where time expands
sunlight slowly crawling
across the floor
That place is no place
water moving over
a darkness that
swallows me
and lifts me gently
into a land where
women walk in colorful shrouds
between the edges of daydream
and the danger of discovery,
their secret longing.
Women walk along the avenue.
There are no men here.
It is safe among the swish of saris
on the dusty way.
Daylight flickers drawing
long shadows between stalls of
vibrant cloth and ripe fruit
like water moving over a darkness
that swallows these women
of my dream
the place that is No place
that place that is safe.