We Are Really in Delhi (Day One)

Snow in New York, delayed planes lines and lines

three hours  on a plane at JFK that couldn’t leave

dark and light and babies  gentle steward

then Delhi  a place we’d never been eighteen million

people strong organic smell of life Nina waiting

a ride to our hotel past temples and Friday night

walking walking how do we understand what we see

how do we tell each other two of my favorite questions

why do I love travel more than anything  chance to see

what we’ve never seen before walk down streets that hum

dogs and what life is United Coffee House

small perfect restaurant 1942

purple walls Ray Charles Indian families

many page menu

we order what we do not know

to begin


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.


  1. Esther, I enjoyed you India preparation poems. Now I am anticipating your work from the field. As Felice wrote, “Thank you for taking us with you.”

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