Poetry at Sangam



TENDING by Vahni Capildeo

A fast-breathed lamb
is brought indoors.
Illness incandesces
in a cardboard box.
An infrared lamp –
a ruby glass blown womb –
lit, the shock slows
waits, the head lifts.
And if it is enough
or not enough
to strengthen
any one thing,
it is life,
both given and fought for;
it is love,
both granite and meadow.