Trickster
Thief
Monkey on a roof
Keep your
Bananas
Close
Trickster
Thief
Monkey on a roof
Keep your
Bananas
Close
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
While the bells clang
Insistently
In golden Varanasi
Where the priests
Celebrate Shiva
With a dance of fire
To build the pyres
For funeral blaze
Lit from embers
Of Shiva’s fire
Burns every hour
Of every day
Four thousand years
And still today
And then it does
But only for a moment
Until something else
Pulls it away
In this visual cacophony
Of a culture traveler’s feast
Playful ritual
Paddling on styrofoam
While mother washes
Everyday:
A little music
A little dance
Even better:
A lot
I heard
But did not hear
You exiting the door
And my eye
Was on a scooter
For which I’d waited