I came before you, riddling sphinx
With my wisdom-filled but thirsty skull
You had thrown me tokens from afar
It was time to fulfil your promises!
I will not write you a love song
But my perplexities at staring at you–
The warmth of your green-speckled presence
The serenade that fertilized my thoughts
Your arms around me didn’t squeeze too hard
They tightened just enough to speak your love
And I did see your little ones:
The smiling faces, the pretty smiling faces.
I moved to the rhythm of your ordered motion-
Breakfast at seven; lunch at two
Breathe by eight; exhale by four.
But I saw the haughty eyes too
The ones high on the false bravado of adolescence
Eyes ignorant but confident of knowledge
Eyes that washed over me and grew bored
In the three seconds they strayed
From the screens on their laps
Our session is over, o sphinx
And you are the riddle you have presented me with:
You glow with blue green sheen of the sea
Do you offer a sink or a swim?
Does this sip turn sour or better with a gulp?
Lest I misunderstand you…
Do you await my answer?