Supernova

Observation on a Tuesday

Drained
As pasta is when you went past al dente 
But relieved none the less that it was done,
the molehill had been conquered.

We loafed around on my couch
with intentions of going to the beach
because, you know, when the sun shines the day has to be seized.

Instead we just walked along the harbour,
and then went our separate ways to our separate beds.

The surface shivered
the way water pulsates when a cellphone vibrates next to it.
It was a glorious day.
Sunshine, finally sunshine.

I caught movement on the right
out of the corner of my eye.
Next to pier there was a bird of some kind,
nondescript
in its grayish brownishness.

He stuck its head partially underwater,
scanning, scouring for fish,
just dipping his head in.

With a sudden burst of energy he is submerged
paddling  in slow motion
through the clear water.

I watch as his little feet kick- one two three four times.

The smallest sound and the bird is back,
a fish in the beak
and air in his lungs.

This happens time after time:
the dedication to finding food
going under
coming up
every time a success.

He proceeds like this along the length of the sidewalk
I stalk him as he glides soundlessly through his life.

He is the centre of expanding circles.
Always the circle
rippling out
in between waves of magnetic lines.

This beauty of a bird
This nucleus of a small life,
and no one sees him.

I got the clouds but not the sky

I hate Tuesdays. On Tuesdays the cleaning lady and the gardener both come and invade our space. True, it is their job, but it makes me hide in my room out of guilt. You see, one of us always opens the door half asleep and still in our pyjamas. And then we normally head back to bed to sleep for another hour. It makes me feel guilty to be sleeping when someone else is mowing the lawn and washing the dishes. Even if I am working on my laptop, it doesn't seem to carry the same weight as physical labour.

In other news, this song is for my friend Sliv because in about a year I hope the two of us will be big in Japan.





Here's the link to a cover by Primus and Gogol Bordello.