Spark At The Park

By Ravi Ranganathan

It rained copiously for long last night

Leaving my part of the world wet and wanting.

I found myself alone in the park this morning

None ventured to take a stroll, it was all so quiet.

Took me some time to get over the eerie feeling

That you always get when you don’t see human faces

Known ones or the unknowns, at  such familiar places

Wondering am I wasting time at a place so unappealing?.

I was so totally wrong; what a miscalculation!

True the park was, slushy, muddy and wet

But my God, I was not alone certainly, and I met

Vertebrates and Invertebrates at each inhalation!

There were joyful squirrels moving on branches of  trees

With gay abandon;  pigeons and mynas hopping and flying.

Arthropods and mud worms, full of life and kicking

Enjoying the environ, not to appease, even the bees!

My foot falls on the fallen dry leaves were music

To their sensitized ears, and soft breeze a symphony

A pair of parrots were keen aesthetes, like sweet honey

Tweeting  their amorous vibes in notes pristinely  poetic!

Not caring for this climate, black ants formed a line

Carrying grain; a dog yonder surveyed the scene

The park was as vibrant as one can define

I hardly missed my fellow walkers, this great day was surely mine!

By Ravi Ranganathan