I am the valley in your embrace (Mountain love poem).
Striations on its many faces
tell its techtonic tale –
The Himalayan Mountain range.
Though jagged and unforgiving,
they hold me.
Atop the peaks
a caerulean sky;
its azure fingertips
fill the crevasses.
And at every glance
strings and strings of prayer flags
like caterpillar legs
in wind-tickled dance.
Once starched cloth-cut squares:
yellow, red, blue, green.
Now pastelled and parched
by countless days of ferocious sun,
and months of rain;
weathered and tattered
by the years I’ve wept
in reverie of your embrace.
Written Thursday, 10.12.11, in Leh, India.
I’ve been traveling in India for the past week, which is why, dear reader, I haven’t posted a peep in a little while. My apologies for not supplying a heads-up re my webber-tube absence.
At any rate, it has been a ‘word-that-surpasses-amazing’ experience. I cannot say enough about how special and important it is, as a living breathing being, to travel. And to travel abroad.
I had planned to spend this time away to read read read and write write write but, and I am not saddened to say, I haven’t had a chance to do much of either because we’ve been a bit busy exploring and experiencing India. Our visit to Leh inspired me to write a love poem; a companion piece to the desert love poem I wrote during my trip to China last summer.
More India-inspired postings to come…