mother's wisdom to a homesick boy

Yet I smile...
despite life waggling ,
a finger into my face.
I remember my mother's wisdom,
"The rest will be easy,
if you manage the initial rounds".
Sometimes I bunch up,
not having sensed,
the feeling of isolation.
being an only child,
mama's boy,
foreign land,
demands a lot from you,
churns your emotions,
in a blender,
and hands to you a concoction .
I'm bargaining for my life,
remembering the colors of my town.
how much does it demand,
what have I to lose?
homesickness close to insanity,
yet I plod on,
the initial round must be won.

grapefruit galore

grapefruit galore,
whips the fragrance of the citrus,
into the warm dusky air,
marbles of yellow perfection,
I count them,
daring to peep through the leaves.
you smile at me,
in utmost innocence,
the only reason you do,
under the shadow,
of the tree,
is that you have sighted the cat,
and I have not,
so that I suddenly yell.
the cat scrapes and leaves,
momentary relapse,
giggles and hysteria.
For a moment the fruit is forgotten,
in the red dusty afternoon,
we laugh- you and me.

RAIN

rain-
waxes,
traces,
delights.
freely falls,
floats and moves,
intoxicates.
rain with wind-
flies to the bower,
breath of the flower,
colors and hues,
mingles into a song.
sheets of glass,
a moment so plain,
yet-
manages,
to water ,
the optimism in my soul.