I crave the lost taste of hunger,
yet I notice how the citric smell of mango flowers fill the air,
how in tiny ripples rain announces its arrival in my courtyard pool,
I trace the flap of the crows against the palm fronds,
I stare listlessly at the ants making their way in a hurry
I soak in the infinite voices of silence,
still its not enough to out crowd
the constant thoughts of you