Gentle rustle and
creak of bamboo
Far off soothing flute
and soft drum, gentle
mist caressing marsh
Barefoot monks pad
roads accepting simple
alms of curry, rice;
Blessings and incense
float on smooth air.
Sudden cacophony of
mynah explode the grove, a
steady chant bubbles under
the noise, some new symphony
of hunger below bloodshot sky.
Dogs militate exercise,
giving voice, cat slips in
knowing, paws daddy whiskers.
Hawking cough of the headman
announcing his non-demise-
neighbourly sighs.
Crab unburrows and scurries
aside from sand to lapping tide
to feast on volitional jelly who
come inshore to breed and die,
so many alien pearls strung
glistening along the strand.
