Green Tea Sari

She wears a sari
of green tea.

When she dances
her bangles of silver streams
make a sound

like water flowing
over a secret place.

In her eyes there is no guile,
only the beginnings
of the monsoonal rains.

When she smiles
a thousand gemstones speak.

 

– Masii

Sometimes I hear

Sometimes I hear

 

 

snatches

of Sinhala

folded tight

like betel leaves

 

stories

that involve

a heroic deed

 

soft slokas

stitched ‘tween

the sheets

 

a mirisgala

for sorrows

from the 16th

century

 

a printing press

for second-hand

prayers burning

in Kochikade

 

recipes

from the

Sri Lanka

Broadcasting Corporation

repeated very slowly.

– Masii