I am frozen in a heatwave: A poem 

I feel frozen in the heatwave of time, 

in the pausing moment of believing 

in the dawn that is mellow, 

but like the yellow between flame and fire. 

And I am no solitary solar trespasser 

For I am equidistant like God 

and equanimous and dispassionate 

but still having the elocution of love 

I can figure that love is more than a binary 

and certainly not a mere simulation by the universe 

We are bound to travel together 

in immaterial forms, like energy 

that rushes to, sometimes, become matter 

I know that love can make ever-present holograms of the absent 

it is so corporeally omnipresent 

that it needs no adjectives of description   

like an incarnation that is recognised by soul  

And I know my soul has countless alleys 

named after the two of you 

My Jashmina; and my Dad and son Salvador