Banyan

As winter secrets

 melt

 

with the purple

 sun,

 

what is revealed

 is electric —

 

notes tune

 unknown scales,

 

syntax alters

 tongues,

 

terracotta melts

 white,

 

banyan ribbons

 into armatures

 

as branch-roots

 twist, meeting

 

soil in a circle.

 Circuits

 

glazed

 under cloth

 

carry

 alphabets

 

for a calligrapher’s

 nib

 

italicised

 in invisible ink,

 

letters never

 posted,

 

cartographer’s

 map, uncharted —

 

as phrases fold

 so do veils.