No Explanation Needed

You don’t need to apologise.
You can wake up, live, leave,
or turn near the gate and ask,
“Who does erect a fountain
in the garden that looks like a tree
dead and arid?”

I also keep a crystal skull on my desk
and a miniature hourglass 
whose clogged midriff stops time.
You can keep your moments 
in the globe of the past. You can flip, 
transmogrify all into the hours to come.

I say nothing. No need to explain
why I sleep, dream, stay and the way I stay. 

Kushal Poddar
Picture Rupert Loydell