My third grade friends called me Asian girl and wondered why
My eyes didn’t slant or my nose turn up:
I said to the I’m Indian.
Later I landed at Delhi airport and people spoke
Hindi at me very fast until
I said I’m Madrasi.
On the train to Madras I finally heard
The cadence of my native tongue;
And I told my fellow-passenger
“I’m from Tanjore town.”
At my cousin’s wedding the house was filled
With people, noise and flowers and I had to explain
To an old great aunt which branch of the family tree was ours.
This inward focus, narrowing vision comes natural to my introvert mind
So I tried to visualize Outward Bound to see what I could find.
The astronaut’s view is the heart-wrenching blue
Of the planet of his birth and when asked who he is,
He’ll probably reply “A Human from planet Earth.”
Further on, he’ll claim he’s carbon-based life,
Yet further and he’s a form of Matter–
But very far must he go along the Space-Time flow
Before his Self can shatter.
He’ll finally realize with a vast surprise –
The Universe and He are the same:
He the Mover and the Moved– He the Player and the Game!