What's This About? Poem by Raj Arumugam

the morning sun
raging through
the leaves of the jacaranda
or the eucalyptus;
or clouds gathered in mutiny
against the moon they perceive is weak:
often it is ignored
or taken for granted
but it does happen, does it not? -
when one is stopped and
one wonders sometimes what is this all about?
You know, you go about life
with all its demands and its gentle persuasions
and then perhaps at an unexpected moment -
perhaps briefly, a fleeting instant
so minute sometimes it does not even register on the face
but a faint turn or twist in the brain:
and you see then the sun or the moon or the cloud,
in that instant
as the thought what is this about?
flashes like lightning
and dies like fish...
you wonder then, perhaps knowing or unknowing -
you wonder, what's all this about...
a seed perhaps that's planted in the furrowed grounds of the mind
that will grow into a green thorn
or blossom like roses on fertile ground