Today's Taste On My Tongue

Today's Taste on My Tongue

I'm savouring this moment, carefree

Piles of housework piloted through

I'll let the next lot through, after

Half an hour. 

Watching my kids watered like flowers

Hoping they grow straight and tall 

In the hands of this gardener without

Green thumb, This hour or half of it

Scrambled out from the day’s work. 

It’s my halftime, for creative pursuit.

Sometimes my daydreams take another

But no more. The chores pile up

For my pair of hands, I cannot 

Abide indefinite in wonderland. 

But, for a while I pause and reflect

On Why, why not, whatever else 

And its cousin.

Because this is a chain of cascading 

Daisy petals of demands that never ends.

The trick is to halt take a deep breath, stop.

Pause midway, in between the lines 

Life writes each day, reading inner 

Blank spaces, not a care in the world

Because time won't stop for you

Its time to Stop yourself.

Pause taken now to catch up again

Routine’s masterly murderous pace 

But at my speed which is half tortoise

And a little bit hare, mostly despair

At the rat race. But, even Time

Is only relative to light, so motion 

Keeps my mass light, and my heart.

 

Let me savour that gold on my railings

The taste of today on my tongue. A cup

Of coffee or lemonade, fresh air for my lungs.

I will stop for Merry Mister Time 

Let it catch up with me at my leisure

Turn its bag of tricks over on its 

Maddening oscillatory head.

Tick tock. Hark the clock. Its rebuke.

Well you can bark time all you like.

This puppy is playful; I refuse 

The same old walk, you old dog of war. 

I refuse to wag my tail.

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© Amrita Valan 2014