A Himalayan Wanderer

A wanderer

ashen grey

rises from the east

and finds our

emerald green valley…

Shiva, as if

spreads is matted locks

over our quiet world

and descends

from Himalayan heights

to watch

our small stories

our laughable lives…

In this

mountain retreat

we laugh

we love

we eat

we struggle

with roof leaks

and water works

– the taps have too little

the floors too much…

We too dance

the dance of life

a being and becoming

a staying and wandering

In our own way

we keep pace

with the cosmic ascetic

that ashen grey

cloud of a yogi

who sometimes throws

a bolt here

a love there…