when on a train what else to do

but watch the world you'll never know

go by. when on a life what else

but the same. lakes like the land's mind

with boats bobbing like thoughts in it.

the setting sun glints off the racing bike—

the sun has set, the glint is gone.

four women in yellow sarees must be returning

from a temple and to be sure there's the temple.

i pray for whatever ukraine will be.

when on a train forget that you don't believe, can't.

just cross yourself on faith's footbridges.

look there— a brown moth on the white wall

like a brown kiss— ooh now a flying kiss.

~ ajay

3/3/2022