India seizes us from the first moment,
rushing, a confusion of horns,
hands, language, faces.
Children ragged, women as silk,
flowers smell of fuel, sweat, curry, fire.
India fumbles, lurches, swirls,
collides, crushes, unfolds.
We learn to walk with a slow stroll.
Mother Earth, Mother Earth,
I am here,
India seizes us from the first moment,
rushing, a confusion of horns,
hands, language, faces.
Children ragged, women as silk,
flowers smell of fuel, sweat, curry, fire.
India fumbles, lurches, swirls,
collides, crushes, unfolds.
We learn to walk with a slow stroll.
Mother Earth, Mother Earth,
I am here, I am here.
Thay is our tender face,
our wise child, our oasis.
We allow his peace to teach us.
Ruby Odell,
California