පුංචි ගමන්කරු

Five hours since the cut

They carry you in- a little grandee

Dewy as a bud, black hair combed

Perfumed eau de cologne

I count your fingers,

Eye your bunched fists, perfect skin

A finished work-wrapped white

Your own person

I missed your first cry

Now you are here separate, defined

My stomach twists knives

As I try to hold you, skin against skin

 Little voyager

In from your cloud

Quickly I claim you

As I will again and again

-Katherine Gallagher

දිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ 19/12/2017