A Foreign Tune

I divulge myself

to the sea

when

a wave strikes remembrance

to my eye.

Mynah sees scorn

coursing through

a message

in my wound.

He sings

Pity

with the tune

of a tree's dying sway.

Ire clogs my lungs

with thirst.

My feet carry thorns

to a barren land

where dust lives

in isolation.

A moment evaporates

to become

a mirage

that sings

Abundance

to a tune

of the wind's cunning

idiom.

An iris

out from a ravine

whispers

my name.

She smiles

and sheds

one drop of dew.

It slithers down her stem,

before

the anxious sand

devours it.

She sings

Empathy

to a foreign tune

that stops

every motion in sight.

Before her voice stills,

I depart,

leaving her torn petals

behind.