Making Lists
Imtiaz Dharker
The best way to put
things in order is
to make a list.
The result of this
efficiency is that everything
is named, and given
an allotted place.
But I find, when I begin,
there are too many things,
starting from black holes
all the way to safety pins.
And of course the whole
of history is still there.
Just the fact that it has
already happened doesn’t mean
it has gone elsewhere.
It is sitting hunched
on people’s backs,
wedged in corners
and in cracks,
and has to be accounted for.
The future too.
But I must admit
the bigger issues interest
me less and less.
My list, as I move down in,
becomes domestic,
a litany of laundry
and of groceries.
These are the things
that preoccupy me.
The woman’s blouse is torn.
It is held together
with a safety pin.
from: Postcards from God;
Viking Penguin, New Delhi, 1994