Regret gnaws at the root of girl’s life about her birth , the very act of birth ,a cataclysmic event by a sandy river. If only one could regret others’ actions. If only little fingers could make accusations.
If night were less fierce and the moon had not vanished for a while in cloud , fruit would still be hanging on tree. Two bodies would not be ivory horns piercing a night, a man failing in sand ,a woman blinded by a moon’s ivory.
The girl was not cause, only an effect, a thing of mutual recrimination ‘tween bodies and a moon, a cloud and a fruit. But now girl shall have her own regret and not let others’ regrets mar her life.