My Delight

This is my delight, thus to wait
and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes
in the wake of the summer.

Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,
greet me and speed along the road.
My heart is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

From dawn till dusk
I sit here before my door,
and I know that of a sudden
the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.

In the meanwhile I smile
and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling
with the perfume of promise.

-Rabindranath Tagore

To be up north,
with family
to park the car,
and ride the bike...
It is my delight.