SHADES OF INDIA

Gray rain soaks.
Wind blows wet.
Mists hang on the islands.
I have met the monsoon.

Nod of the head.
Flick of the hand.
Auntie calls from the window,
"I thought she was a Parisi."
Women flutter.

Mangos pile high.
Chapatti is sweet with cabbage.
Chutney tickles the nose.
Chai lingers on the tongue.

Stone cut on the curve.
Voices rise up.
Vibrations deeply resound.
Time stands.