Checking up

In  checking up, a room of night grew on me
On phone from  hot windy plains, her dream
As a  woman of daughters beyond the ocean
Talked of holiday in emerald island together 
By a mother-daughter, a son in childish glee
Tipping over a balcony, in a mind's slowness
Hunger of mother, a dark anguish of mother
A heart attacking the dark night of  lone tree
In a mix-up of  time and space,  night of day.

A checking up is poetry of pursuit, a last training  
A sunshine at the hem of a garment in retirement
As the sun diagonally pursues a woman's  walk.
Checking up on a room of night grew on my sleep 
Seeking  a  confirmation of  continued existence,
Of each other's continued existence, my own life,
In its poetry of night and a box of light in the day.

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