India

walked into a place where I saw
nothing but water and in the
water, a wader, moving slowly,
unaware of me.
finally I say, this is India!
So my presence has not disturbed
anything.
I'm not in the water
there is no horizon
everything is white.
her movements are liquid
everything is liquid
is this what it looks like
inside my mind?

-from India Poem

I was a word with water behind it
but I couldn't read the water
I was an inscription upon it
a meaningful flower
of no color
upon it.

I was unable to postpone
the arrival of pain,
so I cancelled the arrival
of pleasure instead
but pleasure still arrived
in no particular form,
the form of a dream if you
must talk of form
he came to me
time began to repair itself
back to the beginning
but pleasure just entered
my body and stayed there.
Only in dreams
do we continue to meet separately

-from the desire to meet with the beautiful

© 2002, 2003, 2004 India Radfar