Poem: We Adapt
coffee table
tv stand
suitcases with
airline tags
still on
cardboard boxes
from many moves
rajasthani bedspread
covers them all
to make a
three tier shelf
our golu padi
we display
your guitar
my brass lamps
souvenirs from travels
barbie now stone butch
star shaped candle holders
christmas gifts from your mom
it doesn’t matter
if i can’t
offer you
betel leaves
coconuts
blouse pieces from raasi
little mirrors
in plastic frames
malli flowers
strung dense
and fragrant
we will still
celebrate
this navaratri
draw kolam
with corn flour
light oil lamps
redden our foreheads
with sindoor
exchange bangles
and pray to
our goddesses
that we may
remain
sumangalis
together
always
(c) 1999 desinorse/jaya from the khush list. Reproduced with permission
This is my favorite poem. Have enjoyed reading it several times.