When I shot this?
Like waking up
In a strange bed
In a strange room
Trying to find
That one thing
That one point
Of recognition
A silhouette
Bicycle rickshaw
India
Like waking up
In a strange bed
In a strange room
Trying to find
That one thing
That one point
Of recognition
A silhouette
Bicycle rickshaw
India
Dotted sky
Cloud obscured
Nighttime creatures hurrying
Light beam shoreline racing
Destination seaside stars
Dotted land
Life obscured
I hear pavement’s texture
Know the coarse and the smooth
From the form of a wave in my ear
I feel it
Transferred from tires
To frame
To chassis
To the wheel beneath my hands
The pedal and floor beneath my feet
The seat enveloping my body
On the Sound
A sheen of cobalt and amber
Twilight
Cloud light
The last burning ember
A city beyond
Awaiting, my home
Hearthlight
Heart light
The end of my roam
India
They wait
And in the 16th century
When they first said it
Life as a dog
Was hard
And that’s what they meant
When they said it
While the bells clang
Insistently
In golden Varanasi
Where the priests
Celebrate Shiva
With a dance of fire
Transitions
Whether, in the end
For the better
Or for the worse
A matter of perception
But in transitions
Themselves, I always find
Some beauty
Large or small