Each morning as the dawn arrives, my cat, Marlow, jumps off the foot of the bed and goes to stare out the window at the dawn and the first birds of the day. I pretend to sleep a while longer, staying huddled under warm covers. Finally he can't stand my slothful inattentiveness anymore and he jumps back onto the bed, walks up toward my face and then jumps off the bed as I reach out to pet him. He sits just below the bed and stares up at me, occasionally calling out to me as if to say "Get up! The day has arrived!" Suddenly the light hits the window and I am charged with energy in a way no animal can inspire. I run up the stairs with my camera, to see how The Graces across the field will look today. I am in awe of their stature and beauty as they are struck by the first rays of the morning sun.
Solidly rooted, you remain unchanged,
as the world around you swirls.
Every day you remain unchanged,
but through my varied lenses,
I perceive you differently.
11 comments:
sure, why not!
Track Loader: Why not indeed...
your poem here touches a very deep topic: the facets of reality seen by different eyes. It is a path that leads far far away.
Probably a blog comment isn't the right place to discuss it, but I am glad you pointed this out.
take care
A.
I'm happy about having found your blog. Tomorrow I'll go on with reading about India...
Thanks AC, yes it is a long discussion for sure, with many facets and tangents and double meanings to explore...
Turnaround: I'm glad you found my blog too. Are you traveling to India? You remind me that I never finished writing about Sikkim...I need to get back to that. Thank you!
In the mornings I awake in a swirl as the word remains unchanged yet nothing is as before. Thank you for the Three Graces to remind me that somethings are "solidly rooted".
Anon: I know who you really are! (Hi mom, ;-) I thank you for being more solidly rooted than you think, thus giving me the strength and courage to strive to be crazy artistic self.
I've been in Delhi two years ago after a trekking in Ladakh. Now I'm reading 'The White Tiger' by Aravind Adiga and I also like the books written by Amitav Gosh. I plan to travel to Rajasthan next year.
But I like your writing very much.It touches me.
Turnaround: I was just reading a review of The White Tiger since the author just won the Manbooker Award, and was thinking of reading it soon. It sounds very interesting. You will love Rajasthan. Be sure to pay a visit to the Sambhali project if you get to Jodhpur. You will fall in love with the girls at the school.
Ladakh is on my list, although it will be a while before I am able to travel again.
Like mother like daughter, both wonderfully spun.
Judith, yes indeed, I am very lucky to have my particular mother. I'm only sorry that we are so far apart in physical distance.
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