Flattened and stilled
My taxi crawls
Toward a fogged-in airport
Flights delayed
Forward progress
Intermittent
Passing
Ill-advised
Forward progress
Intermittent
Passing
Ill-advised
To touch
And be touched
By people
I may never see again
But who will forever
Change my world
And where others see
Monotony
Or mundanity
I discover
Exquisite
Subtlety
Not by touch
Nor sight
Nor sound
Not by smell
Like a sphere of presence
A sphere of influence
Because others
Feel me, this way
And I feel them
Like I know them
I exist
On a speck
Of rock
In an expanse
Of space
Dotted
Here and there
With other
Little specks
A moment here
A moment there
Adjusting frame
Awaiting light
Or add a child
Just running through
What once was full
Seems emptiness
Which strikes me now
So much like life
On Ganga banks
At Shiva’s
Light
Where people come
To see
The sight
Some pray
Some pay
In boats
Packed tight