The sun has set beyond the city
but the sky is not ablaze with crimson
the south-west wind from its African home is angry
and the seas are rough.
the gulmohars have blossomed and the acacias are bare
the seasonal flowers dead
all this means the birth of summer
another season of heat
another period of waiting
and the growing awareness
of an absence of a political activity
that can free our minds
from fear and suffocating tradition.