Mindful Mondays, Poetry

Where I Don’t Belong

July 31, 2017

In today’s installment of what’s beautiful,
I only first found what was broken,
until I caught a fleeting glimpse
of what laid beneath.

My son’s hair a rat’s nest,
but shining through were those
mischievous chocolate eyes.
My daughter sitting on the car seat,
a tired and irritable mess of
not wanting to go to camp, and
crumbs stuck to the back of ripped leggings
because she had saved her cookie
just for me.

Today’s hot yoga was a dusty mat
and a space heater in my office,
one down dog and child’s pose and savasana.
But I felt the ligaments between my toes
and heard myself exhale
for the first time in days.
I couldn’t seem to find the sacred
in this body that feels ten pounds too heavy
and a mind streaming with anxieties,
until a poem reached from those thoughts,
and asked me to play.

Yes, this heart aches to stay open
and yes,
there is a miracle
in every filling of the atria,
every systole that pumps life through me,
without my asking or trying
which is a blessing beyond comprehension.

I don’t think I will look for beauty anymore
in what is pristine or just so
because I can’t live there,
where I don’t belong.
Give me what is worn around the edges,
dirty, cracked, tired
so that I can discover gold,
and remember what is
true.

 

6 Comments

  • Reply Archie July 31, 2017 at 10:19 pm

    This is a deep poem of remembering that there’s beauty in the nuances of our day and often in things that we don’t initially see of want to see. You are a beautiful writer. T

    • Reply Monisha Vasa July 31, 2017 at 11:40 pm

      Thank you so much Archie!

  • Reply Rajendra T. Rana August 1, 2017 at 9:30 am

    20170802-09:30 pm RTR :Nice thought, learning joy & fun of simple small gift to our life.

    • Reply Monisha Vasa August 1, 2017 at 1:37 pm

      Thank you Dr. Rana!

  • Reply Melinda August 1, 2017 at 12:38 pm

    “….there is a miracle
    in every filling of the atria,
    every systole that pumps life through me,
    without my asking or trying
    which is a blessing beyond comprehension.” So lovely, Monisha! Here’s to the places that are worn around the edges, where I, too, belong.

    • Reply Monisha Vasa August 1, 2017 at 1:36 pm

      Thank you Melinda!

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