Not all the time I had of the earth as I stand in my little bit of balcony,

Morning tea in my hand; waiting for the office cab to turned up at my door.

There’s a chill in the wind; winter was bidding letting the spring in.

The neighbor neem tree stands there, bare and naked with its leaves scattered

On the dew-wet alley down my building.

The branches were waving against its will; leaves it all wants and nothing else.

A car zipped away on the bypass giving the serenity of the morning a momentary–

Noise, a momentary tune to sing to.

The branch that had gotten broken last monsoon now stands lean down with the–

Morn sun-yellow on it. It had grown brown on the broken ankle, and some moss.

It is shy showing how broken it is not strong as all know.

A cab stopped in front of my door. Not all the time I had in the world.

The spring had come; it had gone. Now’s the time for summer.

The brownish green leaves dancing in the morning breeze; flowers had grown

Perfuming the environ with its tangent sweet smell. A mesmerizing effect getting–

Created as the young tender leaves waltz along with the smell getting strong.

The morn sun-yellow broken branch, not so brown not so green smiling it seems.

A cab stopped at my door. Bliss bid. Solitary bids. Loneliness crept in.

But, I do not had all the time in the world to experience all these.

–xxx–

Written for Day 3 of National/Global Poem Writing Month 2019.

Prompt:

Today’s prompt is based in a poem by Larry Levis called “The Two Trees.” It is a poem that seems to meander, full of little digressions, odd bits of information, but fundamentally, it is a poem that takes time. It takes its time getting where it’s going, and the action of the poem itself takes place over months. Today, I’d like to challenge you to similarly write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time. Perhaps, as you do, you can focus on imagery, or sound, or emotional content (or all three!)

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