Yearning for some order I notice patterns in the pavement Racing lines, creating ties, crossing T's and dotting I's Grainy memories collide with one another as I wonder Pondering the source of my observant sense leaving life in sunder Beautifully benign to me, remembering the sea of colour. Yellow, red, green, purple, blue. Colorful of wonderful sarees the cornfields are bright and yellow ripe with laughter the little Indian dancers done up in feathers create a new world all in my eyes.