How do they know it is spring?
When i took the potatoes out of
the refrigerator, it was frozen.
As I laid it on the kitchen slab
to cool it off a bit, I saw
few of them have sprouted!
Those soft tender hands
out of the womb, piercing the vagina
as if wailing for life.
Those slender fingers were soft
as I felt them.
They came from some field, far away
dug out of the soil, travelling miles across.
I brought it from the market and
kept it safely inside the dark
moist, freezing refrigerator,
shutting it out of the world around.
Still, how did the potatoes know
it was spring outside?
How could a frozen heart
sense the season from those dark crevices?
As the mother’s womb is throbbing
to give birth to another life,
to unfold those tiny green umbrellas
what should I do with them?
Cut and boil them, to treat
my friends, or
give it back to the earth for the mother
to hatch another one to life?
( Idea adopted from the book, Second Place)
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ReplyDeleteI think potatoes will sprout in any season if we keep them in refrigerator.
A vegetable for all seasons
ReplyDeleteI Watched a Blackbird A Spring poem
ReplyDeleteBy Thomas Hardy
I watched a blackbird on a budding sycamore
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest was never shaped on spray.
Wow, what expressions and what beauty
DeleteWonderfully articulated. Potatoes seems to be luckier than human being, at least got noticed compassionately. Human beings have even tougher journeys than potatoes, but not considered the way the potatoe is... But well expressed....
ReplyDeleteThank. Probably we too could sense the seasons, intuitively
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