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Today the world was gentle to me
No alarm clock
A natural awakening
As my slumber slipped away
The hammering of construction
Was joined in chorus to the wail of death
Neighbours congregated and shared a sacred space
Holding sadness hand in hand
An auto wallah willingly changed direction
So my friend and I could meet and eat dosa
Unhurried or worried about his next fare
A young couple
Offered up their seats
Without a blink of regret
Street side there hung a simple sign
Free buttermilk
Refuge from the beating heat
For those in need
A wizened stranger acknowledged efforts
To learn his native tongue
While collecting a steaming cup of chai
Appreciating my ancestry
Three pairs of puppy eyes
That welcomed me into their pack
Licking feet and wagging tails
Like long lost canine companions
Aroused from a siesta
With a loving, soft embrace
To homemade food of fond memories
The acknowledged heart twinge with
An old soul friend
Until we meet again
No technological interruptions
As my lover supported me
In immediate countryside cottage life plans
When everything goes right
Smooth as the cliche of a baby’s bottom
Days like these
I live for them
Days like these
I relish and hold in my heart