To frailty
There is a power
Borne of compassion
There is a power
Borne of compassion
When compassion fails
Frailty is where the boot comes down
The hardest
Tag: markets
Just Take It In
Sometimes
I just take it in
Don’t try to figure things out
I just take it in
Don’t try to figure things out
Sometimes
There’s just too much going on
Too many possibilities
Overwhelmed
Confused
Disoriented
So I watch
So I listen
And try not to think
Let it all settle
The Queen of Chandni Chowk
Litter borne
The Queen of Chandni Chowk
Surveys her domain
From lofted throne
The Queen of Chandni Chowk
Surveys her domain
From lofted throne
The Wash Beneath the Detailed Lines
I close my eyes
Imagining
A downtown core
And city lights
Imagining
A downtown core
And city lights
Cabs stacked up
End to end
Filled with fares
Or seeking them
Crowded shops
Pedestrians
Littered streets
Swept clean by morn’
So full of life
Activity
This crowded block
Where could it be
The Roaring White Water of Being
It is a throng
A teeming mass
Rumbling through
A narrow chasm
Of visual and aural
Cacophony
A teeming mass
Rumbling through
A narrow chasm
Of visual and aural
Cacophony
Impossible to gauge
To comprehend
Without standing
In the midst
Feeling the flow
Feeling the insignificance
Of one more being
In this tumultuous rapids
Of being
Finding Focus
I don’t even mind
That I missed the focus
On the two men
Finding instead
The propane bottles
Between them
That I missed the focus
On the two men
Finding instead
The propane bottles
Between them
In a very important sense
The tanks are assets
The propane is product
Both have value
While the men transporting them
Represent labour
Labour is an expense
The material vs the abstract
Faces in the Crowd
There is no grander crowd
Than Chandni Bazaar
Expansive
A bazaar of humanity
Vital, vibrant, vivid
Variety and spice
Than Chandni Bazaar
Expansive
A bazaar of humanity
Vital, vibrant, vivid
Variety and spice
So I set up in the median
Camera in hand
And let the people come
Reveling in
Faces in the crowd
A casual observation
Waiting out the rain
She hunkers down
In the narrow dryness
Of a doorway’s eaves
She hunkers down
In the narrow dryness
Of a doorway’s eaves
On her way
To Hanoi’s mobile market
A vibrant gesticulation
Of colour and sass
Gentle salesmanship
And meagre means
