A Time Travel
by Debashish Haar
An hour for time travel:
Bernard Shaw’s invitation,
schools of arts and linguistics meet.
Dali and Escher host
Columbus for a drink, a whole world’s
rediscovered, after centuries, in a bed.
At 5.30 am, he wakes in the sheet
that had rivers and streams.
The streams flow upstairs
into the terrace, and he swims.
He’s the only creator,
sipping the solar system in a cup.
The wind frees the sheets of dream
and collapses like powder in grass.
Pictures fade like rainbows
and splash their colors.