Anywhere you stand in China
You will see at least
One more human being
And that is (mostly) true
But I noticed
Anywhere I stood in India
I could see someone
Selling something
To someone else
But I noticed
Anywhere I stood in India
I could see someone
Selling something
To someone else
I peer into their world
Try to understand what they see
How they see it
It helps me see
The nuance in my own world
In my own perception
Every now and again
I notice people
Peering back at me
A moment most illuminating
As it reminds me
Look at yourself, through their eyes
And so, I wonder
What do they see?
How do they see me?
Cast by the weak glow
Of a wan sun
Frustrated by the dull grey
Of the everyday
He stood apart
Waiting for trains
For the one
Which never arrived on time
And for the one
Which would never arrive
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
Still
The best moments
Gathered in little circles
Words and laughter exchanged
While the stormy world
Just falls away