Translucent Dawn And Hill Poem by Ananta Madhavan

I rise up with the sun in my domestic dark.
I know the rotund touch of chair-tops
And the hulk of tables as I move to preview
The hill on the horizon from my balcony.

A change of seasons. These days the canvas seems
Utterly whitewashed, the hill has disappeared
In cloudy, overlapping mist.

Slowly the day unveils the shapes and mass
Of tall treetops, fronds and foliage,
Faintly astir; they loom over terraces and roofs,
Damp with traces of dew or drizzle.

Bolder sunlight now scores
A pale blue streak across the eastern sky.
The veil of mist remains in place above the hill,
Unseen, but imagined and known.

Existence precedes perception
And cannot be long denied.
That obscuring veil of mist becomes
A diaphanous gauze of translucence,
Asserting hill-crest and hill-rock
Along my trans-urban horizon.

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Yadavagiri, Mysore, October 2014