By: Sunil Sharma

A piece of yellow
Sun-light
Glinting
Outside the
Apartment-window
Of my son in
Aarhus, Denmark,
And
The earlier glittering snow,
Take me there
Where I cannot
Immediately go;
I feel lifted up,
Transported there,
Instantly,
And play in the snow
With him,
And walk in the soft
Morning light,
Holding his hand,
As I sometimes did,
When he was a kid,
I am with him,
In a foreign land,
Feeling everything,
United by light and snow,
A happy duo, again—
As the movies often show,
Enjoying precious togetherness,
Despite the physical distances,
Between
A remembering father,
And a far-away
Struggling son;
The pictures,
My dearest,
Like words,
Have a unique power—
They take you away,
Make you glide easily,
Across time-space continuum,
And make you see,
Vividly,
Strongly,
Emphatically,
What is not out there,
Outside your own,
Limited window!