Sunday, January 17, 2016

All in a hot and dusty day





All in a hot and dusty day

So, starting with goats,
two kids in the nursery, branches strewn on slatted floor
a pair of pigs, a nasty noise, loud squealing at the  trough,
(yesterday’s rice and curry waste will surely flavour pork!)
Pretty brown cows, chew chewing,
cheep cheep chicks, jostling for corn.
Then alas for four, saddle-sore, the sweat and wobble/ weave
to Kavanur, right there where Ambedkhar stands arm raised
a hero for the poor, outcast,
to meet the elderly, sixteen women, just one man
sat in a circle smiles ready (they’re spirited this crew!)
Christmas gift of saris, (one dhoti), Elamma’s storybook tale
(god help you in this culture when the family’s unkind)
then on to the next
(pause for a moment , a funeral’s ahead, fire crackers flowers and drums)
where more elders await, two likely lads grown old
but bursting to sing,  with drumming and dance;
requesting a motor so their water will flow.
Meanwhile of course our puncture is fixed
(no sir, no, there will not be any problem)
a pause down the road to watch jaggery made
simple skills of manufacture
mending, planting, growing
practical people all
help ever at hand.

Home for an hour of horizontal, beneath the whirring fan
Just before the fall of dusk and gathering of crows.
Off again in the comfort of car
to farmers in a club, each with a cow
big-eyed beauties, Jersey-cross
will stretch the family’s means
a life beyond  subsistence.
Finally it’s teenage lads, Abdul Kallam Boys’ Club
enthused of course by sport
cricket, kabbadi, volley ball
but we’ll try to sell them school
hang in there for a better life
India’s greatest hope
(as for my dad in Scotland a century ago
education’s magic key)

And so to bed, exhausted
pictures turning in my head
kaleidoscope
of women bent over paddy fields
steam on a sugar vat
drums for a funeral
bright smiles and vanacum!
a turquoise roller on a wire
goats and chicks and soft brown cows
four of us on cycles, toiling, midday sun
hot day, long day, busy,
good day done.

January 17th 2016, RUHSA, for Pam with love
 



1 comment:

  1. And suddenly I am reading your blog in pictures experiencing the difference. It could be the time of day I am reading it, the familiarity already of the day but I certainly felt I was joining your trip reading the poem, the momentum of the day and ooooh tho saddles!

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