it weaves its way and wraps her body as she rests on the bed
she’s aware of it warming her bare legs and back
she’s lying on her side so the light can cover her
(she’s never been completely comfortable with her own nakedness)
she can hear a koel call from outside
and the raking of leaves
“how do flowers grow?”
a child’s question rises from the next door neighbour’s yard
up through her second floor bedroom window
she doesn’t hear the answer
she feels the sound of sunlight
