It trailed
From the nape
Of my neck
Down my
Straight hard spine
The chill
In my thoughts
While the truth
Sank in
And the world
Came apart
There’s calm there
I fight my way toward it
Seeking the source of such peace
But bucked and buffeted
By the tumult
I make no headway
In the intensifying storm
Even the appearance of a rainbow
Cannot dispel the darkness
So I plumb the darkness
Seeking the rainbow within
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
Well
Faith
And experience
There is
Always
A path
Fleeting moments
in the picture of India
forming in my mind
Instants
out of the corner of my eye
stopped in time
Unfocused
Blurred
Impressions
All the ways I’ve learned
To make my way in life
Unconsciously, they become habit
Forgetting the current running through it all
I remind myself
Stand on the shore
Breathe in the quiet
Observe the current
India
They wait
I love being in a place
Where creativity thrives
Where paint and passion
Offer more vibrance and colour
Than nature’s grandest sunsets