Ease – a poem by Urmila Mahajan

The rocking chair gleams
genuine teakwood I’m told

so smooth

ideal for dreaming through a tv show
contemplating voices in my head
staring at finely worked saptaparni
leaves past a money plant
frothing the window ledge and
a white metal flash of car roof
reflected in the pumpkin soup
in my white ceramic spoon

and carved too

ideal for leaning into the pillowed
back canceling muscles and joints

heavy set

rocks gentle
not the best place to work alert
at anything remotely productive
and yet it is


as I carry its numbing ease
through it all
glazed teak slats dissolve
in swirls of enduring thought

so durable

one day it’ll carry mine
without me

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