In this town
ask for directions in whispers
tell no one your birth name
say you’re on your way to nightfall
buy more bread than you’ll eat
read the signboards forwards and back
mimic the rare songbird hiding in a bush
stride along the pipeline bridging the creek
shuffle off the linen strap on the Kevlar
play infidel on the hill believer on the beach
because one blue is so much closer to us
than the other on your knees in the sand
and when it’s time pray you’ll come back
as pearl-thread surf not driftwood
in this town
← Ranjit Hoskote