Breeze Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

The gust of cool breeze blows suddenly,
In my home on the fifth floor in Jasmine building:
I find on only one side of my forearm pleasant sensation
And seconds later, it hits my shin, swirling
Below the dining table, making hair on my legs
Quiver into awareness.

When our cat Dinku sees me
Near the open window
He is ready to scratch my leg;
His way of telling me
To lift him to the freedom of the window-sill
Where he ‘window-catches’ crows and pigeons
For pastime, the poor spastic that he is.

As I lift to indulge him, and look out to feel
The breeze, I find huge dusty gray waves
Rolling across the atmosphere
Through the open spaces beside the FDA office
To the mangrove-banked Mithi River
Flowing dirtily down to Arabian Sea.

24.02.08