Held

clouds float by

gold light

reflecting 

from their

undersides

to earth

daffodils

result

shining like 

hot ghee:

yellow souls

yearning 

to lift up

and fly:

many do

but I

am rooted

somehow 

do not rise

skyward

remain here

among

the flowers

and leaves

listening

to birds

(19 April 2021

for Kalyani Rama)