With teeming activity
Colour and humanity
My eye
Cannot find a place to rest
And then it does
But only for a moment
Until something else
Pulls it away
In this visual cacophony
Of a culture traveler’s feast
And then it does
But only for a moment
Until something else
Pulls it away
In this visual cacophony
Of a culture traveler’s feast
Playful ritual
Paddling on styrofoam
While mother washes
So I settled in
To setup the shot
When a little girl
Ran through it
So I fell in love
With her too
I heard
But did not hear
You exiting the door
And my eye
Was on a scooter
For which I’d waited
A colourful picture
Beautiful
But the focus
Is a little short
The rickshaws
Are sharp
But the people
Are not
A shawl
A dress
A woman
Old?
Yes
An old woman
Blending into the landscape
Now gone
Faster than you’ve read this
And soon enough
Forgotten
So I set up in the median
Camera in hand
And let the people come
Reveling in
Faces in the crowd