India is looming large
And so is my fear.
I feel its presence with me
I almost can smell the smells.
I long for you Krishna
You are in my bones.
Hot, humid, fetid.
Why do I want to go?
The ashram in the morning,
The mist in heavy swirls,
Incense rolling about my head,
The press of someone’s thigh
As I sit in meditation.
The glow around Sai Baba.
Wait for me, India,
The time is drawing near.