A poem for Sir Alfred Tennyson
If I had not read that poem
On a Thursday morning,
When I was fourteen -
Tennyson’s Tithonus:
Immortal age beside immortal youth -
My life would have gone a whole other way.
I could have been an accountant,
A misfit at some B-School
My nerd mode killed by the sheer volume of numbers
I wouldn’t have cared for.
But I didn’t.
I could have been a mother by now,
Cradling my little one with love and ghee
Singing the same lullabies
My mother sang for me.
But I wouldn’t.
I could have picked a less than extraordinary life
Settled for a reality I wasn’t ready to embrace
Without ever listening to the voice within.
But I couldn’t.
Instead,
I picked my own path.
Planting seeds as I walked through life,
In case I ever lost my way.
The forest in my mind quietly grew,
Watered by curiosity, care and patience,
Eventually,
I found myself -
I had been there all along.
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