
orange lichens
adorn an old stone wall;
nature’s decorator

orange lichens
adorn an old stone wall;
nature’s decorator

the plains below
the Himalayan foothills,
a sea of clouds


plump caterpillar,
grounded on the sidewalk,
hopes that wings
will come around - before
a careless foot does

Calcutta monsoons
are unkind to memorials
of past masters

jungle engulfs,
swallows, and digests
once proud buildings

a tree burst through
the old building’s brick wall,
and sent roots searching

born in struggle;
the chick pops from its shell
and must fight to its feet

passing hazy hills,
i sway with the train,
mulling reality

momma langur
looks like she’s saying,
“lean into your hammy!”