To discover
Self
Until
Somehow
We learn to forget
We’re children
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
Not because I am so small
But because existence
Is very, very big
So I remind myself
I am not in the world
I am not of the world
I am the world
And it is me
Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa
Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick
In a city of
Greys and dust
And muted blues
A young smile
Comes to me
“Take my picture”
She says
Then stands there
Happy and poised
In vivid red
Ride them
Duck them
Vault them
Or I can stand firm
And let the ocean wash over me
Feel its power
Enjoy the surge of energy
As it flows all around me
Is not proportioned
By the difficulty of obtaining it
But is informed
By the quality of attention I offer it
An anachronism
A paradox
To a Westerner
Like me