Back from India for a Week

 

How pictures stay

inside

thousands of people

new beautiful

we pass each other

as if to understand

then home

where I sit to remember what we saw

small piece of an ancient country

what I see out the window

a little different now

 

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

2 Comments

  1. 5 1/2 years since I was in India (for the first and only time) and I still find myself looking at people, and basically life itself in a different light than before. I knew you would be changed by this experience too, Esther. The colors, the women (despite their status) so beautiful and proud. I found it all delicious too.

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