villanelle: "Tagore's birthday"

With a blank page   the world begins anew
in the noon shade   I sit to pen these lines
Tagore's birthday   all things are trembling dew

Hiroko on her rikshaw   lost from view
amid gesture   the dance its thought defines
with a blank page   with world begins anew

under cover of the what   abides the who
every season shows   some portion of its signs
Tagore's birthday   all things are trembling dew

I await Calcutta's paperwork   the screw
turns slowly   as the sundial aligns
with a blank page   the world begins anew

only two days at the monastery?   true
it needs years of work   to draw jewels from the mines
Tagore's birthday   all things are trembling dew

in the hour's lull   we ponder and review
possibility is born from pregnant brine
with a blank page   the world begins anew
Tagore's birthday   all things are trembling dew


(at Santiniketan, West Bengal)