wait, if you can
before it rains
wiping all the marks of warm breath
on the glass of your window
wait;
but does it matter
after all, the patient pulverised plot
of your garden
has been waiting for so long
for the seeds to grow
which we had gathered
from the slopes of the mountains
that are witness to the prayers
still in the air
mediation is on
be there, if you can, just be there