Conversations with Anaïs Nin

I was waking up and rising gently to the surface
Thanks to you, subconscious guru, my sudden loss of energy gave me
A shadowplay on the radio – some said it was the Silver Guru
In the Bengal hills, the old black pit having opened its arms again
Showing that power would soon seep from the Company
And the British Army and last days of the Raj, provoking fear in the infantry
That it marked the threat of insurrection in the villages.
I was waking up and rising gently to the surface
Peeking through to the future; and I was there too, later that day
When crows began to cluster, landing in the scrubs and pine.