for j.

For so long I have looked up to the sky
Decades I have spent expecting
Something to fall down on my head
To touch me from above
To stir my shoulder on the go
I have scanned and searched
And waited for it to come
Until my neck started aching
With cramps and stiffness
With brittleness in my bones

But today I looked down
I looked at the earth beneath my feet
There was a barrenness and a cold
And I noticed the work the efforts that had to be done
The seeds that had to be planted
For the rice that has to grow
And the plants that will rise from below
Because then, with my knees on the ground
I can pick them
clean them
And boil them into a dish
For the world to get old