So it is that time of the year,
When the house is empty, but the mind is not,
When the Queen is gone, not her instructions,
When I am the king of the deserted construction.
Dare not enter, you will be greeted
By things my eyes can’t see, nose can’t smell,
Objects my feet can easily avoid with skill,
Food in the fridge near expiration, but will not kill.
All this for a reason!
The mind is beaming with ideas,
The eyes are shut in meditation,
Goals are being formed, sans expiration.
Mr Frost is being invoked,
Everything around, is dark and deep,
I managed to get those in a town,
Not miles away in the woods, dark and brown.
A few days ago..
“I could finish a book, or at least a chapter,
Launch my next act, sooner rather than later,
Do something that will benefit millions,
Not something, which gets lost in oblivion!”
So was I thinking when the beautiful day beckoned,
What was that program on NPR on birds?
“Bird note” it was, and I should try and listen in,
The Mourning Dove, Sparrow, or at least the Robin.
With eyes shut I focused,
The tweets crept in sound and steady,
The Hummingbirds with their wings flapping.
Even a bug announcing its presence
When I opened my eyes,
Caught the glimpse of the majestic Jacaranda,
Blessing the land with its purple glory,
Frolicking in the wind like a beautiful lady.
Stepped out in the street to get closer,
And felt the warmth in the California breeze,
The sky was azure, the streets empty,
Nice day for a run in the foothills!
After a fulfilling run, the heart pounding,
And a body dipped in endorphins,
I switched on the TV to catch the latest from Russia,
A soccer game between England and Colombia.
I had fed my mind, but not my body,
Testing the limits would be futile,
The tweets, scents, the ephemeral diet
Had awakened senses, gullible and quiet.
I had to eat something fast,
The fridge was ruled out,
Fast food was the name of the game,
Mr M, just around the corner with his lame fame!
Thinking of Mr M,
I re-reviewed the movie “The Founder” in my head,
Intense it was, but there was irony as well,
Kids love the chain, but the movie was not for them!
What else has Keaton delivered lately?
In fact, why do I pay $11 bucks to Netflix?
I should get it disconnected,
Or watch something to make a case for it.
And the chain of events went on…
By this time, either you are laughing or pitiful,
For me, or for my grandiose ideas,
Which lie somewhere deep and frozen,
In my mind’s fridge, few and chosen.
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