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Summary

The poem reflects on the aftermath of a heated argument, emphasizing the disconnection and subsequent reconciliation between individuals who momentarily forget their interconnected essence.

Abstract

The text opens with a vivid depiction of the morning routine, juxtaposing the coldness of the floor with the warmth of the previous night's argument. The protagonists, Rama & Sita, are eager to move past the conflict, symbolizing the desire to return to harmony. The poem delves into the nature of disagreements, suggesting that even with the knowledge and understanding we possess, conflicts can still arise from unresolved childhood frustrations. The author acknowledges the difficulty in recalling the specifics of the altercation, highlighting the transient nature of words in the face of emotional turmoil. The narrative then shifts to a contemplation of the self, suggesting that the perceived separateness is an illusion, and that the essence of individuals is shared. The text concludes with a reflection on the process of healing, likening the removal of emotional splinters to the practical task of removing ticks from cats, and noting the simplicity with which animals reconcile differences compared to humans.

Opinions

  • The author implies that arguments can cause a lingering emotional impact, similar to a "sonic wave," long after the dispute has ended.
  • There is a suggestion that the essence of our being is shared, and conflicts arise when we forget this fundamental truth.
  • The poem conveys a sense of nostalgia for the innocence of animals, who can physically fight and yet reconcile without the burden of human argumentativeness.
  • The text posits that letting go of past grievances is a necessary and often challenging process, but one that is essential for moving forward.
  • The author seems to believe that despite our best efforts to avoid conflict, "there is always more work to do" in understanding and maintaining our relationships.

Cold Mornings follow Heated Nights

In the forgetting of essence, fights soon follow

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The cold slap of feet on our wood-tiled floor says it is time for lunch. Rama & Sita are trilling — they want to go out. We had spent the night fighting. Such a rare crime nowadays the shock still judders through the body like a sonic wave continuing long after the crisis is over. Can we even remember what we said? Can you? Words so often escalate snagged on the heat of childhood frustrations. It can still happen despite everything we know. There is always more work to do when one forgets the Self is in her & me & you. We only appear as separate objects, occasionally forgetting our essence. Splinters remain in my back shards in feet & heart. We will pick them as we do ticks from the cats. How much luckier they are in their unspeaking innocence. They fight yet never argue, shake off where we hold on. Mercifully, letting go is quicker than it was.

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