Under the tamarind tree
he sits, watching
the nearby children at play
*
He feels the earth beneath him
spinning on its axis, so quickly
Dandy-Shandy. Bully in the Pen.
*
It’s a wonder they stay on their feet,
these children, the way the world keeps turning,
chasing them as they laugh and run.
*
They think of him as old,
if they think of him at all,
but he knows what they don’t.
*
The world will spin and chase,
never stopping until it catches up.
One day it’s Brown Gal in the Ring
*
The next it’s sitting,
waiting,
under the tamarind tree.
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[Author's Note: This poem was first published in the chapbook, Beyond the Horizon: Journeys in Poetry and Prose, 2010]
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Comments (3)
Beautiful image!!😊
Interesting poem. The poem reflects on how everything is fleeting and moving so quick especially when we are children. But inevitably we will become like the old man waiting and reflecting. I love the symbolism in your poem.
Great poem! 💖