Under the mounds of sand and
clay
the ground broke.
The pianist's fingers lightly
touched,
and then glided across the
board.
The tall pines and oaks
shivered in the sheer
thrill.
Somewhere near their feet
a little bulb
of energy and light,
tenderness incarnate,
bristled forth.
On a defiant fragile note
a little stem carried a little bud
upward to touch the sky.
Sushama Karnik.
