On Sunday lazy mornings
sitting on a branch
of our old mango tree
that leans far into the pool,
I enjoy dipping my legs in water
and look at the small fishes at play,
At times softly bite my legs.
I get tickled from top to toe!
In the same pool
at a deeper level
I see the reflection
of a bevy of playful birds —
looking not very different from the fishes,
flying left to right, right to left,
up and down,
Seemingly making the sky
an inverted pool
filled with thin blue air
instead of cool water…
My heart, another pool,
you make it turbulent
by letting your dreams
swim like fishes
and fly like birds
day in and day out.
