Sunday, March 22, 2009

Urban Perspicacity

[In the current project at Cafe Writing is a prompt to consider the following quote,
Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.
then use it as inspiration to write a poem about weather meaning more. This isn't what I set out to write, but some days I don't get to choose.]

Urban Perspicacity

I live with selfish city-dwellers,
who dream a stream of endless sunny days,
each rainless golden day melting into the next.

I hear the plants whimper with thirst,
and steel myself against their desperation.

I commute to work with urbanites,
who wish away winter and the cold and snow,
and delight in January thaws.

I crave the soft, white, insulating blanket back,
to tuck in around the tender feet of my shrubs.

I work with blinkered pedestrians,
who delight in suddenly unseasonably warm days,
amidst the slow crawl from winter to spring.

I pray the tree buds stay locked tight
against the cold days still to come.

I toil in air-conditioned isolation,
with those who dread umbrellas cluttering the hall,
and wet floors and spots on the newly-washed car.

I smile at the relief of parched plants,
and my mouth waters in anticipation.


Rahul S. Nair said...

you have clearly captured what weather means to different people and to nature...
good work i should say!!

sister AE said...

Thank you, Rahul.

Greyscale Territory said...

The stresses and delights and needs and wants of weather patterns all centre around our perspectives and attitudes. Great poetic exploration of this idea!

Cavaliere said...

Great poem :)
The last couplet is beautiful ! :)