The Peacock

She stood at the window, watching the fresh rain,
So new, so pure, so peaceful,
Her smile spread slowly on the misty window pane,
So calm, so serene, so beautiful.

She opens the window and closes her eyes in delight,
As the wind playfully runs its fingers through her hair,
She watches an eagle turn gracefully in high flight,
And imagines how it would feel to be up there.

She smoothes her hair with her hand, so delicate,
She looks up at the sky and smiles with glee,
She stays so still, yet so articulate,
So confined, and yet so free!

Then, as quickly as it was born, the rain died,
And she looked like she’d seen the death of a legacy
She looked so sad, she could’ve cried,
But smiled again at the memory of her brief ecstasy.

Aviv Nair
2/8/2003