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?