Along the Goan shore
All along the shoreline
On finest ocean sand
The pallid foreign bodies
Stretched for tanning in the sun
The sea before us delicate in water colour wash
Fawn and yellow aqua green,
Till blue black inked
Fine brushwork, far horizon line
Swoosh of low waves rolling
Rhythmic, salt upon our skins
Pulsing beat of Western music
Mingled with the Goan drums
Back and forth on bicycle
The ice-cream vending boy
Now the urgent cries of fishermen
Together hauling nets
Two small catfish, not a living
Here in paradise, imperfect
Along the Goan shore
6th February 2010, on Betelbatim beach, S Goa, for Jude who should be here
I shall treasure forever the line,
ReplyDelete"Here in paradise, imperfect" -
which sums up so much of what I believe about the world!
Thank you for this glimpse of another lovely part of our "paradise, imperfect"!
I wish Sally! Today, very cold and grey seemed just one too many in a run of similar. Still it makes for a nice visualisation!
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