Changali

“Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.
Pink dragonflies fall from the air
and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks.
The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter.
Like the smile of a child separated
from his mother’s milk for the very first time.
--from poem Blood and Blossoms”
― Author-Poet Aberjhani, I Made My Boy Out of Poetry