Nani,

You rise each day
    with the sun

and sing ;

You thank the Universe for the everyday
              gifts



you see the beauty in even
the smallest cracks

in the pavement.

You teach me about
            gratitide

for the flowers

that still bloom through the
harshest of
            winters.

You tell me stories
of my
                parnanijis

how they traveled
miles and miles and
              miles from where the
                marigolds
                    grow,

golden as the
saffron in our meals,

to the soil I stand on
    today -

Where there has never been
enough

                 s  p  a  c  e

for us.



So you create your own
    temple

    sandhya you tell me

Where we are our own
        leaders

and you perform
            puja

reciting your
            spells once again at
        sundown.

Singing to remind me that
                   
      we are everywhere -
                    in water in the trees
                                   in the flowers

there is nothing compared to
                us.

It’s a miracle.