Left Back Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

In the security lounge in Chennai,
I am reading about R S Thomas
With a passenger on either side, crowded.

The one on right, a large physique
Is not bothered when occupying the armrest
Or crossing his leg, almost touching mine.

I see in front row two seats vacant
Towards one side: I move to the last one
And bag on one side, no obstacle to passers-by.

By a barest turn to side, I can see
The large hulk putting his bag on vacated seat (!) ,
Without bothering why his neighbor moved.

No sensitive way to handle the ones who are not.

D T Joseph
02.02.08