Change of plans!Â This poem willÂ notÂ be our friend’s birthday poem after all.
So it is going out to someone else, with the following ink and water color painting by Pinka Das, from Kolkata, India.
Some things just must be said
Some things just say themselves
If only for a mouth
I just need to sit here and watch the fire
And know it
That it works and has worked for all time
That it is showing itself
And I would be an oracle for it
Is that what we are
The ones who can say it poetically
And once we have said it
Are we done here?