Today, after many days, I hear the first cries of the birds welcome another day.
Today, I'm relieved, calm, at peace with myself. Today there is no cacophony of jumbled thoughts running through my head, only a heightened sense of the world around me.
The gentle hum of the city reaches my ears, as do the calls of the city birds. Today, I fought with the cuckoo again! And won!
Today, I feel the gentle cool breeze caressing my skin, and the leaves on the tree infront of my house.
Today, I discovered my home afresh - the water from the airconditioner dripping into the bucket so meticulously placed below it every night by my mother, the lock on the front gate preventing me somehow from venturing out unannounced, and the fireflies that lurk in every corner of the rooms until the last bit of darkness is driven out by the rising sun...
Today, I see my neighbour return home from an early morning walk. A rare sight - my neighbour!
Today, I take the newspaper by hand, instead of finding it rolled on my veranda floor.
Today, I see the light break out, little by little, its pace so gentle that every second feels the same, yet the leaves were black only a while ago!
Today, after many days, the morning feels fresh, the light invigorating, and the day promising.
Today, I see the moon at dawn.
1 comment:
you sound very like pablo neruda. perhaps that is why you won you fight with the cookoo . . .
Post a Comment