A Hermit

Satish Verma

Over the lake 
moon was hounded out 
from the dark clouds 
into the defying blues. 

The thick orbit hauled up the debris 
of falling stars. 
I was watching the crowd of centuries 
piling up in history. 

Global heat was settling 
on the flutings 
to start a black magic 
of secret fear. 

A hermit sitting on a glacier 
melts into a cave. 
God knows how the stunned 
colossus will stand up.