Gulmohar Dreams

I dreamed of a Gulmohar tree,

Tall, sprawling, swaying crimson,

Framed perfectly in a giant picture window,

A gentle breeze caressing.

I'm in a house I once lived, a short-lived interlude,

Sitting up in my great-grandfather's ancient bed in my old room

But the window is new, different

Portal-like, an opening into another dimension.

Inside-outside views,

A tiny rip, unraveled seams floating 

Suspended particles adrift,

Distorted time-space.

Gnarled, hard round brown rind,

Contained flames, fanning far,

Drawing me to the window,

Inside-out.