We will be your eyes now
to see the sun steal in silently
through the leaves
the fat millipede cruise slowly past
idly inspecting every pebble and leaf
in its path
the cow licking her calf tenderly
in the middle of the road
blocking traffic

we will be your ears
to hear the eagle’s screech and the koel’s song
and the wind tickling the trees
and the rain, and the sea
we will rub the puppy’s belly for you
and tweak its ears
and let it gnaw at our fingers

we will paint the sky and the trees
and the moon reflected in still waters
we will carve funny creatures
out of wood and scrap, teeth and all
and we will not miss you
we are you
your blood, your eyes and ears,
we will breathe for you.

– Ammu Nalapat