Every Rock- A Story

Every Rock- A Story

Monday, October 17, 2011

standing in the Indian Ocean

The tide is hidden and waiting to pull.
From afar it is visible, what moves this river.

Ancient waters meet my pale feet
sands of times in my toes
with the salt of history in my mouth.

It is here that I walk-
where the four waters come together
and the people come to worship.

Blue, green waves that break as time remains.
The lepers are still here- asking for my help.

But what can I do, but watch the waves
rise and

What the sadu says I say,
in not so many chants.

I am here- taking it all.

And still my feet are in the water,
as the children play and splash.

I am here standing tall,
very alone and very surrounded.

Knowing all the while-
it is true.