the sacrament...

'well...we have changed the engine oil...
cleaned the spark plug...changed the oil seal foil...'
the service station man in charge
of the vehicle with a pro attitude
jabbered out what were being done...
to the vehicle...
looking clean and quite elegant...

He looked at the shiny chassis
and knew all these works
were part of a sacramental service
to his being...
he knew before going out
one needed to be really clean...

taking the red square cotton piece
he dabbed it into a can of grease
and touched and smoothened
every part bolted and hinged...

he knew all these were part of
a sacrament...
soon he would be out to attend the big mad world
so far calm and with no disquiet...

and he patted soft
the visor upon which a leaf yellowish managed to drop
from no where... blown by the morning breeze...
a blessing?
he did not know...

and the machine roared
and soon he was gliding...
the sights and visions
started pouring in...

an empty traffic stand
'survey ahead..go slow'
printed in bold letters first did land...
then children in different uniforms to schools
with satchels...water bottles...
like tiny soldiers out...
a group of middleaged men
having 'elachi tea' sitting lazily on a bench...
a speeding public bus...
a garden of flowers
with boards
like 'don't tread on the grass',
an empty petrol station-
one of four dispensers 'out of order' and closed,
a mini van from a bakery unloading buns and breads and crumbs...
an yeasty smell reminding him childhood days some
like going to the market with dad...
a big billboard announcing the 'real mean and bad'
arriving to the town in form of a health drink...
two orange distinct round lights on blink...

The sacrament...
he knew all these were just part of,
from the start to the finish it was just that...
and he knew it...