I breathe toward my still point
seeking the moment
distracted by memories that briefly flicker
Entering the water
at La Perouse Bay
the Maui warmth of the fish bowl
coats me with the present moment
Eastern sierra high meadow
fingerling golden trout
dart for cover
Central BC
old growth timber
tossed like
God's pick up sticks
before the peak
Forgotten fishing hole
I belly up
hoping for a glance
old trout in the cutbank shadows
laying on the surf line
up in the sand
where the last of the tide touches me
feeling the float of the moment
World of river worn rocks
small pebbles worked to sand
a universe caught in a river bend
miraculous salmon jumps
My stone bed
shelf of rock wide enough for
a young man in a sleeping bag
staring up
sleeping on the mountain
Red stone worked by artisans into
a chessboard for humans
Fatipur Sikri courtiers moved
feeling the Shah's
finger on their fate
Muddy creeks snake
the first Brahmaputra water
from the Himalaya
strained by the tea bag of Bhutan
to brown silty soup where
golden scaled Maheer roll
under the shadowed surface
A stark tree
branches weighed with leathery wings
satisfied vultures
settle over the shoulder of
the smiling police chief
serving tea.
Crowded Indian bus
air thick with dust
kids screeching
chickens squawk
beyond the dirty glass
other buses
at the bottom of the gorge
like dry overturned beetles
old tires rotting on bent wheels
bad road for buses
a hundred miles to Kazaranga
Breathing
briefly
remembering
my life
like postage stamps
in a collection
rarely admired
Guide and guided
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