You always have to get somewhere, somewhere important
Somewhere where there is maybe a steaming hot or a sedately cold pot of rice for you
But you have to get there
And I had a place like that to go to
At six in the evening, a winter evening, when everything and everyone likes to sleep earlier than usual
A warm bath for your feet, a soft mattress under your back and a ceiling with cracks that you have christened
Ram, Shyam, Peter, Cause why not ? Peter too!
I was driving, shabbily, annoying other people.
A stream of vehicles, trying to live through the grind went past me as I did by them
By the half night, half day, confused light that lit my way
I saw on the side of the road, two brown spots from a distance
Mother and puppy when I got closer,
Waiting for the madness to pass, so they could cross
I looked, I loved the sight, it was tender and magical
I could have stopped, who am I kidding, the guy behind me wouldn’t and I would have been dead
But I would have stopped. A mother dog and a puppy crossing the road, in the headlights, not confused.
Very patiently waiting, protecting, all seeing, understanding. I wanted to stop to look at them or to let them cross
That little bit of a dilemma, I leave to the gods.
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