The Boy from Bombay
(for Varuna and Ian)
He sleeps - one fist clenched
on a fragment of India.
Shadow-brothers
moving behind his eyelids
curl up on their low beds
clatter their metal breakfast plates.
A roomful of lost boys.
He wakes to the crisp Swiss air
the clean grey streets
a view of the mountains.
He wakes to new parents.
At last they'd brought him home!
The new child with the new name.
Amit André, seeing with his ears
hearing with his eyes,
his present tumbling
over his past and future.
An absence of dust.
A computerised image
of Amit with elephants
announces his arrival.
His forefinger stroking
an immense turquoise forehead.
The boy from Bombay
in loving command
of paper animals.
His eyes watchful
and amazed.