Somewhere Else, But Here Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Somewhere else this has a beginning or just a hint of start

Like a boisterous nod

The lid is about to open to the possibilities of life,

a leaf waving in the wind or just a small sip of an afternoon coffee

that missed nothing, nor the milk or the stirrer

I am looking at myself with an awe

That left me thinking



Somewhere else this was

Like a day I wanted it to be

Not blue but yellow

Not the raging rejection but just a smile spilling over

It was not here but there

Not within, not without



The leaf could be hanging in the air

Swirling in the wind for that opportune moment

Somewhere, I don't know

Where I am yet to be

Watching the lapse of a time I had never been part of