Samhainn - a Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the "darker half" of the year, traditionally marked by fire-light in the dark.
If there is a darker place,
we might forget about death, and sit by the verandah
oiling the hair of our children before harvest
it is the season of fruits & I watch the skyline
muzzle with specks of fire-light
before the last brightest sunbeam reflects into our
eyes, we prepare to look it in the eye to bid
our warm farewells. The sun illuminates barbed
wires & birds sitting on electric poles
& the softened cervixes of our terrace overlook the
railway station. I always mention how I
have loved watching long-distance trains,
& you have been quiet but attentive. Maybe
it is because we all have a condition of homesickness
for a place we don’t recognize. Our myths say
the dark is a good place to start the search for
ourselves. My grandfather believed in lighting
lamps that glittered over the surface of the balcony.
I invoke light in an inverted inheritance. I, too,
have passed graveyards in the dark, thinking
about the ones we lost. The solace in dark is
we temporarily forget about death.