Envelope

Envelope

Walk a ways
You are a creature
Better served
If you move-
Your mind is not you
Nor your body
But both need the exercise.

You are not tired
That feeling is not weariness
It is an envelope
And you are in it
With your head sticking out-

You are carried
The walk has gone mental
You are not sealed up
You can see
Feel the gait-

This is a palanquin
Carried by invisible elves
They feel your weight
and don't have any trouble
Carting you around in an unsealed envelope
At a time when no one writes letters-
And envelopes are for cash
And bills.

And you are neither credit nor debit
But could be a bagpipe yourself.



Gautam Mukherjee
10th October 2014