sleepwalker – from “the book of sins”

in the silence of ghosts

stunned in the ardour of sleep

in sarong and white singlet

he climbed the roof long limbed

his perturbed sisters followed

stared as he stood tall, hair

flailing, they thought to ask

what are you doing surinder?

with hands caressing the wind

he answers in a still breath

as a cloud choking the selfish moonlight

he says -

i am hanging spoons