For Just a Moment
by Vibhuti Vijay
From my window, the trees are so still —
leaves suspended, emerald and lime pendulums
swinging as the trunk stirs,
that sweet swaying eden,
heaving a sigh,
At night the tropical air, weary and worn, drapes
itself heavily over my skin, clinging,
inch by inch tugging sweat from my pores,
pooling in the arch of my back — suspended —
That sweet eden, oh,
I drink it in.
For just a moment,
I am still.