That Day's Night

That day, I woke up at night.

I think I could hear the hooting of a train

O'er the impending  rain,

That saddled the winds moving the curtains.

It was dark, the birds were not up yet. 

From my window I could see 

The swaying branches of the trees.

Moving right and moving left

Going warp & going weft

Everyone was asleep

But the trees, but the breeze, and I. 

I could hear the leaves rustle and the air cut through their blades. Making ghostly sounds.

It brought with it the sounds

Of a set of tinkling chimes in someone's garden

And the creaking hinges of my window.

And the sound of a now awake cuckoo, which promptly went back to sleep again.

Everyone was asleep 

The moving branches looked like teeming grey clouds

As merry, as dense.

Unescorted by thunder.

It was a quite night

I could hear the fan

Its sounds wavering with the gush of breeze from my window.

I wanted the birds to sleep a bit longer & not wake the sun up

Like they always do.

I bundled up and tried to sleep

Whilst it was still night that day...

From a Child's eyes...

"Goodnight", said she. "See a good dream

And so will I.

Maybe you will be in my dream

And me in yours"

A happy dream it will be...

"And you must remember it when you wake up.

Tell me what you saw.

Maybe I will draw you a picture."

A happy picture it will be...

"Close your eyes", said she.

Dreams are always happy.

"Just choose happy ones today, Ma.

And tell me when you wake up

And I will also share with you

All the dreams I see."

Satiety

So full that you are empty

So much buzz

So much talking

A trunk full 

An overflowing closet

A busy calendar 

Cups of tea

None savoured.

No appetite. 

No time.

Nothing to wear.

Nowhere to hide even...

So full that you are empty.

She.

I've been seeing her often these days

She has been around 

We haven't got talking yet

There is too much not done.

File papers are loose

The laundry is piling

There is a deadline smiling

And a little child frowning

 

A smiling dead line is a gory image

It would be a curve? Or a slanting line?

Sleeping perhaps. They haven't taught it clearly

In the classes I attend these days.

But she has been around

Lurking in the shadows, behind curtains as the child wipes her hands on them

And under the table with all the Lego blocks

I see her often, but we haven't got talking.

Not yet. But we should soon.

I am not sure I like her much.

She is angry & here teeth are clenched. 

I've been trying to unclench my teeth these days

Reminding me, it's alright

To just be.

Pothos

A wafting tune in the air greets me as i open the door

Someone is singing, smiling & singing

That early in the morning

The breeze carries the faint words with the morning smell of trees

Some parrots fly by, a cuckoo coos

I sit down near the pothos 

With a warm cup engulfed in my hands

It rained last night & i can see the washed roads With a couple of dogs walking their people.

A cooker whistle shrieks,

The voice stops singing abruptly,  mid sentence.

My mind picks up the old tune & hums on

The cup is empty, my hands still warm.

The tune lingers in my heart.