Indian air creates a soft light
for setting suns
a dust eclipse and golden halo
for eyes to be still or blind
thank god for no static
only the ballet of humping toots
snoring sirens, guttering metal
coughing into motion
and sneezing bells
a kind of impatience but not at all listless
the overlaps are flirting
with every sound and space
it appears constant
space appears to be full
not chaotic, just complete
and
I move in and around
through and through
Tags: 2007, consciousness, india, travel
