Reflection

I have come to my place!

Calm, quiet, serene…

Full of bliss, all the time,

Fruits and flowers,

Animals and birds,

I call my playmates;

Water’s so clean,

In the ponds where I bathe!

Huts that I thatch,

Foods that I cook and eat,

Cows that I milk and feed,

I play when I work,

From dawn to dusk,

I am ready, always…

Prepared to take off!

Readers might have a different feeling if they decide to read from the last line to the first.

Sorry for asking you to read twice, but I guess it is necessary because, although there is not much of a difference between landing and taking off, the poem tries to catch the sense that is somewhere in between these two actions, and perhaps also because it is a modest step to create a sense of poem working against gravity… not disrespecting the law of gravity, but exploring what happens when the sense also rises above.