Poem by Ruby Odell

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,

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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

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