Why do you still think of Bali
after all these years?
Love is the answer to every question
and this one too. I fell intensely in love
with the place as you might a person.
Why did you burst out crying
so often on that first visit?
As Bill said at the time, understanding first:
it was the Indian in me. I was seeing
memories of my grandparents’ house —
bowls, carvings, vases, jewellery....
And after your third visit, why did you sob
uncontrollably, all the way home on the plane?
I knew I would never return to Bali,
never be with my love again. I was right.
Life has a way of cancelling our plans.
And now it’s too late; my Bali is dead.
Why are you writing so many poems
on your Bali? Why not let go?
I am old at last, and selecting
what is precious out of my life.
I offer the essence to God, and I feast.
November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 17
Prompt: make the title ‘Tell me why (blank)’, fill in the blank, then write the poem.
(My poem has several questions, so I left the title unfinished.)
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