Seeing North Light: April 2016

Monday, April 25, 2016

on a sand puddled path

past roses rose hips

an eagle gliding

sliding south over sea

breeze speed reading

pages ruffling

a book left open

on a towel

by a rock pool

imagery for eagles

while snow melt

fell

from the hill

now poised on that one rock

if time did not take it

her neck wet with spray

sunlight flashing

wet hair

like memory leached

from stone walls

on the fells

a memory comprehended

that time

I was there

for Inderjit Badhwar

If not for leavings in swept streets

would cows roam free and stray dogs eat?

to Lodhi Gardens from the Taj at dawn

stepping into the street when not yet light

to avoid a family’s sleeping feet

bare white soled along the pavement

where their business lived

then before breakfast crossing the road

to walk a circuit of Muslim tombs

entering formal gardens through park gates

joining others brought by car

then back past that other Badhwar’s house

ham rashers

fried eggs

toast

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