Options Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

It is 9 a m, walking back from gym
I look up at the light blue sky today
And the light against it, light
Generally seen only when obstructed.
Is this the light never seen on sea or land?

Below I see rooted green umbrellas
Woven with irregular patches of sky
Seeping through. Just now
They are still, meditating;
At other times, they dance
Gracefully, but soon
Drenched in the monsoon rains
Will do the thaandav with wild glee.

Between the sky and the soil,
They meditate or dance,
And do nothing else,
All these trees.