Poem Notes

My life is just beginning 
I am a deep thinker
I can move mountains
I sleep for decades
Wake up one weekend 
And work in fists of flurry
Constantly seeking the skies 
And birds and falling leaves 
Gazing at the horizon 
Delighting my eyes with 
The soot of charcoal on paper
Walking, leveling the ground of me
Into tiny boxes with travel ephemera 
And restaurant receipts that record 
My vagabond gastronomies as I catch
The curled up autumn leaf 
This circumambulation of loki muthu
One day in the clackety train parsing
Over paddy fields near jolarpet 
Where dim lights of thatched homes
Illuminate families in their act of living 
Triggering for me 
A deep longing for belonging 
Feeding on sound, the snare of the wild
The clarion hold of the the temple bell 
The deafening drone of the lawnmower 
The thunder of the tread on a pothole 
On a Sunday spring morning, awakening 
You to the land of sedated sleep
The injunction of the trucks 
Silky movement of pajama against sheet 
Repeating this zigzag pattern 
The murky mind ambling through the 
Snares and traps of everyday, 
Everyday avoiding traps and potholes
Centering myself to the rays of the sun. 
Missed by its rays reminding me to 
Thank God that I am here now somehow.