India, March 7 -- Lean into a cloud caressing your cheek. Neatly fold sheets of sunlight and put them backin your grandmother's cupboard. Wear themas a sari on bizarre days. They will makesense. Let go of the paper on your tongue. Watch the enormous cake of words riseIn the oven of night. Sneak into the pool of his voice. Who cares if it's past midnight. It's yours. Everything is yours. Take a swim. Vaseegara plays. You don't owe anyoneanything, you tell yourself, you keep tellingyourself. You're with your best friend on topof a water tanker. Dusk is to come. Who cares how you'll climb back down. - From Absent People, Absent Places...