All praise the horizontal
All praise the horizontal
After India’s high-sun heat
What bliss the spinning fan is
And the weight from off the feet
When you’ve battled with a bicycle
In crush and crowded streets
And you’ve waved and shouted ‘Vanicum!’
To everyone you meet
When old friends have hugged and kissed you
Then insisted that you eat
So your head is full of flashing smiles
And the welcome (like their coffee) is extra-special sweet
And you’ve managed to communicate in Tamil
Quite a feat
How welcome is the solitude
The shadows on the wall
The chorus of the roosting crows
As night begins to fall
The rattle and the roaring, the frequency of trains
And a time to sift the images fermenting in my brain
All praise the horizontal
After India’s high-sun heat
What bliss the spinning fan is
And the weight from off the feet
When you’ve battled with a bicycle
In crush and crowded streets
And you’ve waved and shouted ‘Vanicum!’
To everyone you meet
When old friends have hugged and kissed you
Then insisted that you eat
So your head is full of flashing smiles
And the welcome (like their coffee) is extra-special sweet
And you’ve managed to communicate in Tamil
Quite a feat
How welcome is the solitude
The shadows on the wall
The chorus of the roosting crows
As night begins to fall
The rattle and the roaring, the frequency of trains
And a time to sift the images fermenting in my brain
16th January 2012, RUHSA campus S India
I can just hear the relief in your poem so pleased you are a good sleeper! I can't imagine being transported into what you describe, lovely to get a glimpse in your writing. xxx
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