POETRY - PHILOSOPHY


Idyllic Happiness

Idyllic happiness is perhaps an illusion, shattered by the weekend revelers,
The ambience of the rustling leaves, with lapping waves echoing upon the pebbly sand.
The effervescent half moon glow, silhouetting my twin pillar tree guardians,
That nurture and shadow this eco-system, which I share and appreciate so much.
The nimbly scurrying rats, fleeting shadows scaling branches hence and forth,
The silent to and froing owls, hooting companions on many a night.
The perennial Mediterranean cricket chorus, echoing beneath the multi-faceted,
Multi-directional, various hifi’s cacophony, periodically superceded by enforced
Cries and cheers of bravado, amidst eager chopping of our beautiful eucalyptus trees.
But at least it means, the owls flock home to me from the mayhem nearby.
The daytime shift a different cast, lizards cleansing insects from the trees,
Chirpy courting sparrows, lookout group conscious, busy bobbing, feeding and flying.
Circling hawks, hovering kestrels crying heartily, flocked dark crows always close,
And always the ants, little ones, gigantic ones, thin ones, black, red, always busy,
Towing and carrying mountains across the never easy terrain, selflessly wherever there’s a chance,
Of nourishment for the group, dead insects, melon peel, candle wax, food droppings,
Always searching, busy crisscrossing back and forth, everywhere they forage,
One moments relapse and they are there, in the cool box, tent or wherever,
Without fear or worry, onwards for the collective good, an amazing sight,
If somewhat inconvenient at times in meditation, food box or bed.
But where are the fish, which used to swim beneath me in the sea,
Netted and grilled, food for the tourists, trade for the locals, money for the bank.