Gauguin - Tahitian Landscape
That day, long-winded hands
appeared to reach in by the window
and molest the lanterns.
Even the shadows on the wall
were visibly perturbed
(oh how they shook
from side to side).
I wandered to my window
and noticed in the distance -
rows of houses swaying in silence.
Another day
the trees were struck by tropical fever
and the leaves sedulously dropped.
Hand in hand
(like quintessential commies)
they circled and drifted into the sky.
A storm had gathered among us -
a swelling congregation of whispers
carried me as I lay prostrate
ever anchored to centre.
Then one day the storm quelled.
A searchlight scanned the riverside,
Debris had rolled into a doddering sand.
