Under an umbrella

The walkaway around a lake
Seemingly a symbol of both
Promenades and ant-trails – lovers and busy bodies
As the guardian of the sacred tooth relic rises from the vicinity
Preserving rituals of religion and the culture of a nation
A place where enchantment is a mainstay
And total surrender is found in the bewitchment of senses
And in this heartland, mists outfox the retina
And beauty colonizes the stubborn heart
– knowing everything on this hillock capital
Is estranged from the cosmetic –

After all, here in Kandy
Lovers are both ubiquitous yet invisible
When an umbrellas can be seen rising over two heads
And rubber slippers are found walking on mud puddles
And in between, you find one goose-bumped flesh
Clutched together in one embrace
Walking outside on a university walkway
Knowing that the beholder’s eye
Is forever in tune with lovers under umbrellas
Practicing the art of cold-tolerance
When two bodies, seemingly in twig-chemistry,
Rubbing together, to kindle a smoldering fire
That will melt all inhibitions and guises
For umbrellas to fold and keep
While lip-buds blossom
To unfold, to unkeep.


Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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