A few comments on my post from yesterday – a budding poet, they say!
Far from it, I just write and I’ve written many many verses back in the day, all but lost in the freshness of youth.
The ‘freshness’ bit denotes lack of experience really. In hindsight, I could have saved them and possibly made a book – but who thinks straight when you are young:)) Life seems much longer then, the mind can always come up with a few dozen, on command. So why save? We use this logic for people and poems, and everything else in between. An ode to the transient nature of things, inadvertently though!
Actually, it’s good that I didn’t save them. What’s lost is lost, no use clamoring for them. Maybe the realization that I should have been more prudent led to me writing this blog for 1032 days and counting. And yes, the internet saves stuff much better than paper ever could – as long as you pay the bills that is:)
Anyway, here is what I wrote the very next day then, and so have reproduced the same the very next day now. Happy reading!
I see him picking up an empty can,
carefully, trying to coordinate his limbs,
adjusting his grip, pausing, slipping,
until he gets it upright, and reaches for the smaller can
to slowly lower it into the other,
he misses twice, but does not relent
nor does he let me do it for him,
instead, he tries again, and again
until he finally gets it right,
and then gingerly, the prestige of the trick
lowering the cap onto this contraption
breathing slowly…and aha – it’s done,
and he turns to me, triumphant look on his face,
hand paused in mid-air, waiting for that all-important clap
that we happily oblige him with..and his face lights up
my 10 month-old Rohāmrta and nature at work,
learning a new skill, never grows old
even when you do.