by Aidan Chafe
She walks across the court
wearing a magenta sari from the old country,
passes a blur of boys & a reckless basketball
to collect her granddaughter from kindergarten.
She walks as if she is a ghost, oblivious
as a toddler, as though the world is waiting
to move out of her way. The boys brushing past,
the world slowing, & she remaining unscathed
like Kartikeya through the killing fields.
Poet’s note on Punjabi Schoolyard:
Kartikeya is the Hindu god of war.