In a patch of Deccan wetlands,
I see the cattails of my Hoosier youth.
Half a world away,
and nature grants me continuity
that culture can't provide.
I am transported to my youth
by a common landscape.
Indiana -- India,
names almost the same,
but ever so different...
except the cattails.
a rocky monolith,
jutting from the sea,
is smashed by waves.
overgrown with moss
& gnarled trees.
battered brutally
& unrelentingly,
and yet unchanged
& unmoved.
birds confidently
settle upon the rocks
&
take off again,
leisurely.