Harvesting:
They wake up to the sound of cock
as the morning light pours in
through the chink in the balcony
leaving a lace like pattern on the floor.
They walk through the fields as the
loose wet blades of grass brush against
their legs. Soon, they arrive on the fields
with their sickles draped on their waist.
The land is filled with paddy.
Its stalk bent with the weight of its grain.
The sheaf of stalk lay on the face
of the fields left to dry until they get stacked.
At dusk, they return home with
sheaves of grass on their back
rusty sickles on their waist and
the pigeon for the pot.
They sit on the edge of the balcony with
beads of sweat falling from their foreheads
patch of sweat under their armpits, waiting
for fresh water in the clay pot.