Do Re Mi Poemy

Abuzz and alight 

Listening to the night 

Tired but alive and so I decide to write

Shall I suggest that you please mind my thought canopy

Where ideas are microwaved rather than slow roasted, maybe not your fancy

Where the imagination has an amazing line of credit with no extra fee

Obsessive tongue cleaning, brushing with soft bristles while trying to be quiet

The act of teeth brushing always significant, luxurious, full of bite

It's the hours after dark when morning tasks somehow feel quite right

Busied by nocturnal loveliness at the edge of the bed where I'm sat

Watching the papaya tree, her branches distressed by the clutches of an awkwardly tiny baby bat

Just how much damage could the little one do? I attempt to work out the math

What's this life for, if not for questions that probe deep, that dare to seek?

Contemplating the cons of a templatized week

Amidst a depraved world with pouring news in varying degrees of bleak

What a small existence is mine, castled in with all this comfort in sight

No flight or fight and no need for might

Trying to be meaningful typing into a 6 inch screen with a blue filter so not so bright

Another day ticked off on the wall calendar tomorrow, another passing date

I have to, tomorrow, wake up at eight Despite being in bed early I end up sleeping late

I'll be back in a cushioned chair with all the peeking of my growing bottom parts

Somewhere soldiers are laying down their lives on battle lines, so dutiful in their hearts

While on my keyboard nimble mindlessness of fingers tap away, creating pivot charts

I was born with stubby toes and that's why I'm called stubborn

I'm supposed to get better at the stuff I like and I'm decent at, but sometimes it's better to unlearn

To let things loose, to allow the alarm to snooze, to be on yourself, a little less stern

Pretty Petri

When was the last time you allowed your own mind to think for itself?

Should you?

The mind is like a petri dish

Delicate like the glass it's made from

See through (at least to you) like it's transparent

It's also completely open

Until you choose to culture bacteria

But in this case, your thoughts

Your thoughts are like bacteria

Some good for you, some bad enough to infect the good ones

But it's up to you to mind that petri dish

So no, you shouldn't.

This morning I woke up at 5.41 AM 

The first day of June 

I woke to the ever sweet smell 

of Petrichor

Seeing puddles and very insistent drops falling steadfastly into them 

The first rain of the year is the very first rain for so many baby birds

Bird moms and dads talk about the first rain with gushes of excitement 

Baby bird minds imagine delighting at pretty clear droplets falling down before ever seeing it

I saw a video about how if you give an egg to a dog, they would be very careful not to crack or drop it

Orphaned baby birds probably instinctively feel joy when they see their first rain, without the preparation to feel it

Firsts are so memorable

The first, distinct time I learnt what's right and left, directionally, that is

I was in the second standard and sitting in the far right of the classroom 

The teacher was doing some sort of cute morning exercise with us

We were all standing and swaying about

She said, "go right" and I went left

I remember so clearly because my bench partner went right, toward me

Looking beyond him, so did the rest of the classroom

I know what's right today because of that day 

Small hand reached out, and index finger pointing to the wall to the right of me 

All microsecond flashbacks

Conjured every consecutive time I was asked to go right, almost till I was old enough to know without the visual cue