Far Side of the World (First India Experience)

Orange lanterns bleed into

these quiet streets, and into

the exposed face of my mind.

A sanctuary indeed,

for a lone foreigner

immersed in a chaotic land.

The sounds of dogs barking, with their

politics in the back alleys

and of people honking with their

politics in the busy streets.

Such is the quagmire of development,

I suppose.

And yet, I can’t help but think

as I stroll down this corridor

red desert sand staining my shorts,

fresh jungle tea in my hand.

I’m surrounded by mango trees

and a few bright people

Shaping the world by day

then smiling humbly in the night.

Every place

sprawling metropolis to ancient city,

mountain valley to steamy plain,

all are known only

in the echoing stillness

felt beneath the noise,

and amongst the souls who reside there.

So much is evident,

at least,

on the far side of the world.




One Comment Add yours

  1. Dena says:

    This is excellent Kris!!! Beautiful imagery. 🙂

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