THE TROUBLE WITH AN OPEN WINDOW
Besides letting in dust
it would sometimes
invite the wind to rustle my papers
but that is nothing compared
to the diversions
that unsettle me
even as I look far away
and guess
what is probably a conversation
between two unknown birds in flight
or nearer at the pigeon
perched on the ledge
looking askance at me.
It could also be
the really bright purple top
the lady on the road
a little ahead is wearing
making me guess
what the occasion might be.
The coffee mug on hand
meanwhile
has already turned cold
and I slowly feel
the sense of where I am
knowing that I have to
fill the chair with myself
and face the window-less wall
ahead of me ,
put pen to paper,
in order to properly convey
the trouble
with an open window.
p25 (c) pradeep gopalan