What if we do not go to the Forests
Sivakami Velliangiri
What if we do not go to the Forests, the Forest will come to us
Did I tell you we started our summer,
and because we are cooped up,
we do not know the Fahrenheit.
After breakfast, I hung the laundry,
and looked up at the sky.
Changes were taking place.
Unusual cries of birds, unseen flashes of wings.
A woodpecker on the tip of an Arasa maram.
Who would find the gatekeepers of the forest, here?
Napping in my daughter’s room, dusk
invades the sky, a galatta of clouds, closing
and clearing brings an evening with showers.
We are at our living room balcony, trees
from our neighbour’s house lend their branches
to our apartment; the rains bring the forest view.
My daughter says, only yesterday I thought about woodpeckers
and when am I going to see one? There are other birds
I cannot recall the names of.
Harbinger weather! Do miracles happen?