a small thing (2)

if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? 

so, there was an incredible crash, 

it did not belong to our sunny clear morning 

it was extra ordinary and loud

and yet

we were unmoved

I heard it 

a small thought flashed (what was that?) as I sipped on hot water and pulled my child with one hand onto the sofa to read him a book or two in order to buy myself some potentially guilt-free time after. A tiny blip crowded in amongst three other thoughts of most ordinary things, worry, guilt, tiredness

ordinary things thunking around in my head

there were others too at the breakfast table

I don't know their thoughts but 

there was no pause, 

no looking up

no meeting of any eyes with a question mark

'what is up with our world today?' 

la di da

turns out it was a tree

a humongous tree crashing 

right outside 

so

if a tree falls on a busy road and there are people around to hear it, does it make a sound? 

a small thing (1)

 this morning, there was an act

well, it was not an 'act' but had some qualities of a performance gone right
though it was an act gone wrong 

what I mean to say is, her intention was to place the glass container with leftovers nobody wants to be reminded of, 

nobody wants to think, oh look at the ridgegourd palya (coated in oil and what can only be self-shame) we are wasting 

while the world goes to ruin 

to place it on the counter. She was not aiming for elegance or anything, but there was a flourish that snuck into her system just as she moved to place it,

and the glass container misread the impulse 

and flew 

magnificently, I'll add

just simply flew out her hand, a glorious leap, a moment of complete freedom,

I'm tempted to mention it catching a slice of sunshine (but, it did all happen quite quickly and slowly at the same time, so this I will omit), 

and then, in an unbelievable fashion

you might ask what is unbelievable man, what goes up must come down, but you were not there so don't talk and learn to trust, there was a temporary sense of confusion in all of us watching - what, how - how did it crash

the confusion was not, how did it leap
it was fixed on the crash

we were with it as it leapt, there was joy in that movement (moment) 

and disbelief as it crashed

well, ridgegourd palya dealt with (that was the good part) 
now the wreckage

so, a few moments of silence in us all, 
brain clearing the table of everything prior, to make space to make sense of this spectacle 
one deft sweep

a little recce

palya contained to largely one splat spot

large pieces staying more or less close to point of impact

the mid sized pieces 
they seized the moment, I'll tell you 
they really capitalised on the escape potential of the whole fiasco
they went far and wide

the smaller pieces, in confused orientation, 
indicating a lack of control or investment in their own selves and outcome

the tiniest pieces, settling into the safety of the mosaic floor
their fate undeterminable by me, or you 

for a flash, I connected with this container

this ex-container

the container that was, and the leap and smash that allowed it to somehow be seen as something other than a container

anyway

we cleaned it all up, best we could 
and got on with our day